seledface with a beard to match his hair. I wanted to run my hand inside his hair and beard to feel thetexture difference. I was so lost with myself that I missed what he had said. Apani

asked. I couldn't sense if it was a gentle or harsh tone, his face giving me noindication as to how he felt. The vibrations from his talking also did not help me. He must havehis expressions under lock and key. I normally can read a person's emotions from their facialexpressions alone. Not being able to read him had me curious, leaving me wanting to figure himout even more. "I.I.I.." I stumbled over my words afraid of how he would react to my voice likeothers before him had. His eyebrows arched up, indicating he wanted to hear my reasoning. Igulped down the pooling saliva in my mouth before I pushed myself to speak once more. "I do notknow sir," I said out loud, pr

g to me, once again looping my armin her own to lead me away. "Oh, and Imagen?" The King said, making her stop in her tracks tolisten. "She will be the new Queen, treat her as such. Let go of her arm. She is not a dog. Showyour Queen some respect." He said with his face still void of emotion. Something about him thatwas already driving me crazy. The lady whose name I think I read as Imagen, quickly released myarm. Holding on to every word he had said. He then turned away to address his mother onceagain. I felt a very soft tap on my arm. My eyes left his body for the first time since he had mademe look into his eyes. I turned to see Imagen's face staring at me. She looked petrified. "Pleasefollow me, my Queen." She said before turning around to leave the dining hall. I turned backaround to steal one more glance at the King before I quickly fell into step with Imagen. Once weleft the dining hall, we turned down another pass way which eventually led to a set of stairs. Weclimbed them up two fligh

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