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~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