By Order of the King
She bowed respectfully when she reached the king.
"So, shall we go?" he asked.
"Yes, Your Highness."
They exited the castle, and he led her to a stunning carriage. It was white with elegant gold accents.
With the help of a coachman, Skye and the King got into the carriage. Skye ran her hands over the soft, red velvet fabric and enjoyed its exquisite feel. As she sat across from the King, her heart started pounding. She felt unsure of what to do or where to look. She knew she shouldn't stare at the King. Instead, she looked at her hands on her knees, then out the window, and back at her hands again. Skye felt her face flush from the King's gaze.
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