“Hail to the King!”
The loud proclamation from beyond the doors leading to the grand reception hall, jolted me out of my unending thoughts and brought my focus back on my surroundings. We had stopped and I was greeted by the sight of the king’s guards flanking us in more numbers than those that had initially escorted us from his chambers. Two more guards pushed open the doors, revealing a fully packed reception hall whose guests cheered happily, ready to receive their king.
Hand holding tighter to the said king, I shifted my gaze to him and was met with his. The golden gaze was serious and assessing, his form unmoving. He’d lost the carefree side to him that I had a glimpse of earlier in his chambers. And while I understood the need for this change, I wished it had not happened, as havi
