ARIAThe sound of someone knocking at the door woke me from my sleep. I groaned and forced my eyelids apart. I was exhausted from sleeping and my body ached all over.As always, the king wasn’t by my side. His absence was becoming constant, something I was reluctantly getting used to. With a sigh, I dragged myself out of bed and went to open the door. Standing there was Irish, the healer, waiting outside.“Good morning, my lady,” Irish said, bowing slightly.“Please, Irish, stop being so formal. You know how it makes me feel. Just call me Aria,” I replied with a smile.“Oh of course, my lady,” she said with a smirk.I rolled my eyes at her. “What brings you here so early?”Irish chuckled softly. “It’s not early, Aria. It’s already noon. I came to invite you to brunch with me.”I glanced at the clock, surprised by how late it was. I must have overslept. “I haven’t had my bath yet, and I don't want to let you down but I’m not sure if His Majesty would want me to go out.”“Don’t worry,”
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