The King's Queen
I murmur, my apprehension creeping into my voice.
Sophia lets out an exasperated groan. "There you go again with your boring-ass caution, girl. Live a little, damn."
I can't help but feel a pang of doubt, but Sophia's infectious energy begins to sway me. After all, we're in a public place, surrounded by people. What harm could come from a little socializing with royalty?
"Fine, but if things get out of hand, I'm leaving," I assert, my tone firm.
Sophia flashes me a mischievous smile, her enthusiasm undeterred. Together, we make our way towards where the King and his entourage are seated. The guard lifts the velvet rope, granting us entry, and we're greeted by a group of five strikingly hands