Aria's POV
Still engulfed in each other's arms, a knock came on the door.
Khalid leaned back and kissed my forehead before standing to his feet.
I suddenly felt cold at the loss of contact, I watched him walk toward the door and pulled it open.
"Good morning my Prince," I heard someone greet him.
"Amon," he called.
If that is Amon then whatever he had to say has to do with the king.
"How can I help you?"
"The king requested your presence, my Prince," he delivered the message like the royal subject that he is.
"Why?" I could trace the irritation in Khalid's voice.
"That I don't know my Prince," he replied.
"Go and tell him that I could be with him in a short while,"
"Okay," he said.
I watched him walk inside before slamming the door shut.
"What i
