The breakfast

King Spencer went back to his room, he was slightly lost in thought as he imagined about Joyce and the kiss she gave him.

It was longing, yearning, and carving but not love.

Eleanor is the only woman who has ever kissed him and it made him seem different, but as for Joyce, he couldn't tell for sure.

King Spencer was now back inside his room, he laid on the bed beside his wife to be and Eleanor who was still sleeping snuggled deeper into him.

Her body against his body made him feel at home, it made him feel comfortable and loved too.

King Spencer smiled and he peered lovingly at her beautiful face, he was staring affectionately at the woman who changed him from the cold king he was to a good man.

Nevertheless, he was grateful for that and he swore to love and to protect her always. No woman will ever take his place, not even Joyce.

Gosh! Why should he be concerned about a mere maid who means nothing to him?

If Joyce crosses her limits again, he might as well kill her and feed he