Melissa Spatiatis.
“You wh—what?” Pletora says and I look at my hands before speaking.
“I and the king have intimacy.” I repeat and she blinks repeatedly, she is about to speak again but her tongue has tied itself.
Pletora quickly turns and goes to shut the door of the laundry room.
“Have or had!?” She asks in haste.
“Had and having.” I reply.
“That makes no sense.” Pletora says.
“I am and will be bedding the king.” I say, unsure of how else I am supposed to spell it to her.
“The king came in between you legs!?” Pletora says and I widen my eyes in the details she is asking for.
“Heavens! Do I have to spell it out to you?” I cry out.
“He is engaged, Melissa!”
“I was with him before he got engaged.” I whisper.
“What about now?”
“I still want to be with him.” I say, politely.
