Yours Royally
His hair, though thick in the photo, was weak-looking and sparse.
“Marco, my son,” the king spoke, his deep and authoritative. “Bring her closer. My eyes aren't what they used to be.”
“Of course, Father,” Marco said, leading Sabrina up the stairs toward the throne.
Sabrina felt the room shrink as the king and queen both brought their attention toward her. Luckily, the training that Winston had given her earlier kicked in. She let go of Marco's arm and did the perfect curtsy in front of everyone.
“It's a pleasure to meet you, your majesty,” she said, dipping down toward the ground. “It's a true honor to be on Orsino Island.”
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