“Take us to the tailor’s house.” King Lucien said as she nodded her head, as she led him through the empty pathway.
She held his hand tightly because she didn’t want to walk alone, neither did she want to pass up a chance to show everyone that she and the King were an item.
All of the people had shifted to the walls to allow them to pass as their guards followed at their back, weapons ready as usual ready to defend.
Less than five minutes, they arrived at the house of the royal tailor, and the guards knocked on the door.
Immediately the woman saw that it was no other person than the King who had come to see her. She hurriedly bowed her head in greetings and told her kids to do the same thing too.
After showing their respect, she welcomed them inside her house as they sat down in her
