~Andrea
Emma, my new maid, guided me to the guest chamber where I was to stay for a few days. I couldn't shake off a sense of unease.
"Is he genuinely expecting me to stay here?" I asked, seeking confirmation. Emma nodded, acknowledging the situation. I couldn't argue; after all, he was the king, and this was his mansion.
"If you're uncomfortable, we could try discussing it with his majesty," she suggested. However, I understood Wayne's personality well and doubted the effectiveness of such a conversation.
"You don't need to worry," I reassured her. "He's determined and unlikely to listen. There must be a reason for sending me here. Let's get settled, and I'll have a talk with him later."
She nodded without further questions, gazing at me with an unsettling smile. My breath grew heavi
