Trapped with the Alpha King
She was only walking along the seashore, planning a simple picnic with Melva, Tristan, and the twins.
“Seriously, His Majesty couldn’t even let you have a day to yourself, huh?” Melva teased as she started picking fruits from the basket. “But I understand where he’s coming from. It’s better to be safe than sorry. After all, you are the queen of our kingdom.”
“This feels nice,” Tristan said, taking a deep breath of the cool, fresh air. “It reminds me of the days we used to sneak off to the river, having picnics like this… dreaming about being together by the beach, swimming and enjoying ourselves freely.”
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