Ordinary
In the afternoon, King Magdon and Queen Lustia strolled along the winding paths of the royal gardens on their way to Prince Xavier’s palace. The king’s heart was troubled, and it showed in the furrow of his brow. “I still can’t believe Xavier wants to keep Rara in his palace.” The queen, however, did not share his concerns. In fact, her lips curved into a pleased smile. “Why not? It’s better this way. Such a lovely girl—she’s perfect for him.” “My queen, you should persuade Xavier to reconsider,” the king said, a hint of unease in his voice. The queen’s expression soured immediately. “Why would I do that? If she stays there long enough, we might be blessed with a plump grandson sooner than you think.” “I do want a grandson, but...” He hesitated, his words weighed down by a mix of duty
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