Ethan
The doors at the back of the throne room open, and the King steps into the room. I gently pull Fiona closer to my side, not wanting her to move away from me.
I don’t need her to see anyone else look at her with disgust, especially if the King decides to send the same kind of look to her. The King is usually fair and unbiased, but I saw how the people around us looked at her. While it wasn’t unexpected, it was still unwarranted.
We all watch as the King walks down the aisle toward the throne. The man looks as regal as always, other than the slight pale pallor to his skin. I’d heard that the reason he was stepping down as King was because he’s sick.
His navy suit and salt and pepper colored hair make his skin look paler, but he still walks with confidence like a King should.
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