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ISABELLE'S POV— 32

The door opened, and Ayn walked in. I raised my brows, exhausted. It might be morning, but I am still tired. Getting ready for the ball last night should be part of my struggle.

"His Majesty?" Ayn asks. I look around the room and shrug.

"He isn't here," I say, getting up from the wooden table. I make my way to the bed, climbing and finally lying down.

"I thought he was here? You look disappointed," she giggles, but I stare at the ceiling instead. I can't believe I was actually disappointed when Kesem came. I mean... how did I go from hating his presence to craving it?

"Ayn!" I call, and she pauses with the towels sleeping in her arms. Her brows raise, and her eyes glued in mine.

"You want something, Your Majesty?" She asks.

"Yeah, sort of?" I sit up, blinking. I am unsure I'd explain that I need to sneak up on Kyler. I don't even know where he is.

"Oh, just a reminder, your ladies, you know, the meeting you arranged, it would soon be time for that," she says.

"What do you mean? D
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