Amaris’ POV
“You said you’re marrying my son, right?” Those were the exact words that welcomed me as soon as I entered King Fernan’s study room. He was sitting comfortably on his swivel chair while looking at me. I was standing behind the closed door, not wanting to go nearer. I don’t even wanna see his face but I couldn’t do anything because he’s the King of this palace.
He smiled, “Why don’t you sit, Aria?”
I shook my head, “I’m fine, your majesty. And yes, I will marry his highness.”
He slowly nodded and tilted his head, “How? He’s in comatose, Aria.”
“I’ll wait for him to wake up,” I answered and bit my bottom lip.
He pulled himself up and walked towards me. I panicked but I did everything to hide it. I sucked my breath when he stopped in front of me and stared at my face. His ey
