The king stepped into the room, and I took him in.
He was handsome. Even though he was most definitely in his sixties, you could tell he was still an attractive man and much more handsome in his younger days.
He had short blonde hair and a perfect jawline. His body was well-fit, and he was towering tall.
He rushed to the Queen’s side and completely ignored the rest of us standing.
"Fiona." He said this as he gently rubbed his hand over his head and set aside the hair strands. "What happened?"
She gave him a light smile. "I’m fine."
"No, you’re not." He said
Then he turned to the rest of us in the room.
"What the fuck happened?" He demanded his eyes had become blazed with fury, and you could tell he was out for blood.
From his eyes, I could tell he was still in love with her. I am madly in love with her.
"Your majesty, she fell ill." Hildegard began. "It was one of her previous illnesses. But Loren here has taken care of it."
Loren bowed immediately, and so did I.
He turned back to her, and she gently held his hand close to hers to pull him back.
"I’m fine." She said. "I just thought I had seen her again. That’s all."
He didn’t say a word, then gently pushed a hair curl behind her ear and kissed her forehead.
"Don’t scare me like that." He said it affectionately.
He held her hand to him and kissed it gently.
Then he held on to her.
"Your majesties, we would be on our way home." Loren bowed.
The king turned around. "Thank you very much, Loren."
Loren bowed politely.
I did the same and hurried to leave because I didn’t want the king to see me.
"Stop," he said.
I froze in my place, even though I was almost at the door.
"You girl." He said. "Come here."
I swallowed, knowing it was me.
I turned around and walked up to him.
He looked at me.
He didn’t look shocked; in fact, I could not tell what he was thinking.
He just stared at me.
"What’s your name?" He asked me.
"Jasmine," I replied. "Your majesty."
"Who are you, and how did you come here?" He asked me.
I stuttered, and before I could even reply, Loren came in. "Your Majesty, she is the daughter of Alpha Bale. Alpha Xaden brought her here as an enslaved person."
I was unable to say a word.
The King looked at me.
The Queen did, too.
"Oh." She said. "You are Alpha Bale’s daughter?"
I nodded. "Yes, my Queen."
Something was written on her face.
I couldn’t tell what exactly.
It seemed like disappointment that I was not the person she had hoped I would be.
"He accompanies me with my work," Loren said. "I’m getting very old, and I need an assistant. She has been very good to me."
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