“What are you doing?” His voice is a low, dry rumble as he looks at you, somewhat annoyed to find you in his chambers, seeing as this wasn’t your place. You were the lady-in-waiting to his fiancé, a foreigner in every sense of the word, as the two of you had come from a neighboring nation. He hated that he was being forced into a political marriage for the benefit of his Kingdom— his people didn’t need a Queen and he certainly didn’t want to marry anyone —but his advisors insisted.

After all, he may be King of one of the largest Nations on the planet, but he didn’t exactly have the resources needed to maintain said Kingdom. It was worse because he was an only child too, which meant he needed to start thinking about children to carry on his legacy, and what better way than marriage?

“Your Grace.” You curtsy to him, bowing low enough that he was amused that your forehead didn’t touch the ground. “I was getting the bedsheets changed, as your normal servants aren’t here today. Melinda is sick.”

He notes how quiet and timid your voice is, which isn’t too surprising, as he was sure you had only been raised alongside his fiancé, so you probably weren’t used to someone of his status. He grumbles under his breath, shaking his head as he pushes off the frame of the door. “Make it quick.”