Tanya’s POV

Later that day, I get a call from the palace. One of the messengers says the King would like to meet with me. Although I’m a little unnerved by the proposal, I still say I’ll be there soon, and hang up and get dressed.

Marco drops me off, and I walk nervously into the palace, and into one of the rooms where the King is waiting for me. “Your highness,” I curtsey before the King. He sits comfortably in one of the chairs, a glass of whiskey in hand.

“Welcome Tanya, please have a seat.”

I sit down on the chair opposite him, placing my hands on my laps to stop their nervous twitching whilst under the placid gaze of the King. “The reason I’ve asked you to come, is because I have an offer that I’d like you to consider.”

I can’t get a read on his expression, nor think of anything that would warrant the King to be upset with me. “An offer Sir?”

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