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Melissa Spatiatis. “Why would the king have access to your room like that?” Princess Sofia says right after king Dimitrio leaves. Her countenance has changed in a blink. Her back is straightened as she dusts her hair—she clears her throat and now, the tone of her voice is laced with authority. She has been acting carefree next to me even after I tried to tell her a dozen times that I do not care for her old dresses or shoes. I said it many times but she clung onto me, asking me to take her my bedroom. The first time I read that authoritative tone in her voice was the moment she found out that I stayed in the private hall of King Dimitrio. I didn’t think too much about it because what woman won’t be concerned that a woman was not so far form her betroth? “Um—it’s to be close...” I try t