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Contd Melissa Spatiatis. “The king asked that you joined him in the dinning hall.” Allen says. I look at Elizabeth once more before walking away. The doors of the royal dinning opens and I walk in to see King Dimitrio. Noticing my entrance, the king turns his head and our eyes lock. There is an intensity in his gaze that makes me catch my breath. "Good morning," he greets. Tell me why his voice is a low rumble. King Dimitrio straightens his back, standing even taller as he watches my approach. My footsteps are soft against the stone floor as I near him, catching the subtle scent of leather and pine that clings to him. "Good morning, your Majesty.” I reply, my voice is steady despite the fluttering in my chest. In a way I have never seen before, the king’s eyes soften. I have ne