Chapter 97
A knock echoed softly through the chamber where Ophelia and Mack were resting. A young maid stepped inside, bowing respectfully.
“My lady, my lord,” she said. “You have been invited to dine with His Majesty the King this evening. Dinner will be served in the royal quarters within the hour.”
Ophelia’s eyes lit up immediately. “Dinner with the king?” she repeated, unable to hide her pleased smile.
“Yes, my lady,” the maid confirmed with another bow before leaving.
Ophelia turned toward Mack, her excitement barely contained. “This is perfect! Imagine dining with the king himself. What an honor.”
Mack’s expression shifted into something more reserved, but there was a flicker of satisfaction in his eyes. He didn’t admit it aloud, but his thoughts were already elsewhere — on Aza
