Chapter Thirteen

" Introducing his Royal Majesty, king Lucien"

 The king strode toward the throne with an expressionless look on his face. Rosy was far too suprise by his looks as he came into limelight where they could get a full glimpse of him. He was devastatingly handsome and far from what Rosy had expected, he was not old but rather in his early thirty's. His jaw was set straight as he continue walking forward not even acknowledging the servant who bowed at him. Maria who had been seated right beside Rosy gasp in shock as she stared at the king in awe too. Rosy was not suprise by her reaction as she herself would have done the same thing if she hadn't comport herself immediately. He was a great definition of a Greek god, he had no Royal attire not even jewelries on except for a cloak which could have cost fortune for common people like her. He was so musculine, his thick dark hair were scattered over his head like he hadn't gotten the chance to let the servant prepare him for the b