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"What are you waiting for?" A hushed whisper close to her ear brought her out of her trance as she flinched away from Adrian who inclined his head towards the table.

Gulping the nervousness down her throat she ambled forward and quietly sat two seats away from the King. It was odd how she felt like she was committing a crime sitting at the same table with the king.

She stared at the warm delicious food on her plate which at least three people could eat. She snuck a glance at the King who was eating quietly and by the looks of it, the King has a huge appetite just like his son, Dexter.

She didn't even want to think about that bastard. He broke her fingers. It was too painful. She was still contemplating whether to eat or not as millions of thoughts raked through her head.

What if he wants to punish her for the stunt she tried to pull on Dexter yesterday? "Not hungry or the food is not to your taste?" The King asked and she forced her eyes to stay on the food.

Swallowing down the nervou