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Alpha King Orizon.

“Your majesty?” Mehera calls me.

The maidservants are done in preparing the blankets on the grass and I head back towards her. The picnic arrangement is set in a picturesque meadow on the castle grounds. A large, ornate blanket is spread out on the soft grass, embroidered with the royal crest and patterns of gold and burgundy. The blanket is surrounded by a variety of cushions for comfort. A low table had been placed on the blanket, laden with an assortment of delicacies. There are plates of fresh fruits, cheeses, and meats, as well as a selection of pastries and breads. A silver pitcher of wine stands in the center, accompanied by two finely crafted goblets.

“Please, take your seat.” I say, scratching my nose. If I could rewind time, I would never let what happened the carriage happen again. Truly, it feels wrong…as if touching another woman was both disgusting and dishonourable. Why? What has changed about me? If it were Yeri, I would have never let go of he