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King Lucien was seating at the inner room, reading Melia's favorite book. He has lost count how many times he'd read that book over the years. He'd memorized almost all the wordings.

A knock came at the door. Soft. Hesitant.

"Go away." He flipped the page, his brows knitted in concentration.

Long minutes passed, he forgot about the knock, reading more pages from the storybook.

The knock came again, the same as the first one.

"Go away. I will not say it again." He groaned, flipping to a new page.

The sound of door opening forced the King's head up. He closed the book and rose from his chair.

His steps steady, he walked out of the inner bedroom just in time to see the wild auburn hair of Remeta as she peeped into the bedroom. Wide eyes met his and held.