Unbidden memories of his days in captivity flooded his mind. As he watched her, he finally understood how it was easy for his people to trust him—even when he was filthy and nude as a slave.
Remeta moved out just a little from behind her and bowed her head to the waist.
“Good d-day, my king. R-Remeta is sorry about R-Remeta’s behaviour. Please don’t p-punish Remeta,” she stammered out in fear.
“I won’t do that. How is Remeta doing today?” he asked, watching the girl who had gone through so much. He wondered if she would ever heal completely.
“I’m doing so fine, m-my king,” she replied.
Danika prayed in her mind that Remeta wouldn’t slip and call her a queen in front of the king. Her heart was in her throat.
King Lucien had never been the type to hold conversations. He had always pre
