The Alpha King's Mind-Reading Maid
Before I can say anything, she’s cracked the door open and pulls me inside.
From afar, the Alpha King Leopold doesn’t look like the terrifying tyrant that everyone calls him. If anything, he looks peaceful while sleeping. There’s a handsome boldness to his face that’s particularly regal, and I can’t help but feel a deep understanding of his rightful place as king.
“Your Majesty…” Lucy starts crooning. “Your Highness…”
“Shhh,” I tell her once more. “Lucy, we’re supposed to wait.”
“My king…” she continues in a sing-songy voice, completely ignoring me. The closer she gets to him, the more anxious I become. But I have to keep myself together.