KYLER'S POV— 11

Last night was successful, but it's morning now, and she probably hates me more for deceiving her. Or she's probably looking for me right now. My heart skips when my study room opens. Goodness, it's Kesem.

"Can't you knock?" I ask, and he sighs, and his shoulders sag in disbelief. I can see the disappointment written over his face. "I am King, not you. What do you want?" I side-glance at him, but he takes a step closer.

"You left her in the middle of the night?" He says, and I know he means Isabelle.

"Her? Well, her has a title," I glare and continue at my book.

"The maids are talking. People are talking," he says instead. "I am sure the lords are talking too,"

"I guess I should have been more careful leaving," I mutter and cross my legs on the table.

"How long do you plan on ignoring her?"

"As long as I can, you're not here to speak to me about my wife, are you?" I slam my books, slightly irritated.

"Your Highness," he sighs.

"That's enough, Kesem, it's none of your business,"

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