Aira.
The weeks flew by, and I started to notice improvements in the King's demeanor, which filled me with happiness and deepened my feelings for him. One of the most significant changes was his continued patience with teaching me to read. He'd spend hours with me, going over letters and words in the picture storybooks I adored. Thanks to his dedication, I could now read the books, although I still struggled with many words.
"You'll get better," he groaned one night, exasperated by my mispronunciations and muddled sentences after I finished reading a story to him.
I looked up at him, my voice small. "You think so?"
"I wasn't expecting it to be this hard," I admitted, frowning at the jagged lines that had begun to take form in recent days.
He murmured reassuringly, settling into the p
