Chapter 9

King Rhobart took a calming breath while he kept looking at Ayla. And his eyes turned an even darker shade of black, if that was possible. “You look….” he started saying but stopped mid-sentence. “Would you join these buffoons and me for dinner?”

She blinked.

He wanted her to dine with him and his men? She did not know how to reply, so she gave him a curt nod.

After the King helped her with the chair, he sat next to her and grabbed her plate, and started putting food on it. The King was serving her? That couldn’t be right. She was supposed to serve them. Him. To her utter shock, the Paladins started filling their plates with food.

Milton, who decided to sit at the head of the table, coughed, and Ayla thought she heard him say dress between coughs.

King Rhobart paused for a moment. “The dress fits you nicely,” he mumbled before adding more meat to her plate.

Ayla blushed, realizing for the first time that the dress came from the King. “Thank you for it! It