We reached the throne room, finding the king to be busy with a few visitors.
"Your majesty."
"Father..."
A furrow grows on his face upon seeing the dirt stains on Jane's dress, immediately smelling the scent of the rogue wolf on Jane as he approaches closer.
"Why have you gone down there??" he whispers between our faces. Our facades drop, the small amount of hope to release Natalie out of her poisoned life going down the drain.
"Father...we have to talk." Jane didn't care if she wasn't being diligent and Princess like, the dirt adding onto the bad image.
"Of course. But let me settle some things with the foreign traders."
"Yes, your majesty."
We step back, letting the door close back on our faces.
"I wanna hear what they're talking about." I don't protest Jane to keep their
