The King's Fated Mate

the time we enter and exit, as well as who goes in

s with Jaime since we were 14, and over t

t for extra support. It opens just enough for me to fit through,

has kept, both his shoes tidy and the small table along the left wall free of

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ay haphazardly on the couch and table. A children's book lays open on the floor, the pages romanticizing the Beasts'

on them as I clean. I'm surprised that he took them out in the first place. King Sandor was looking at them

rection, before placing them back in the albums that they were taken from. I learned years ag

he room. It's tedious, but relatively easy work. Before I know it I'm fi

m in poor shape, and I'm able to finish up m

against it a couple of times. Usually the Beast on guard is able to

the heavy front doors, but eventually gave up and accepted that while I can push them open

a couple more bangs I accept that he is proba

he past two hours, but within the past 30 or so minutes I've begun to feel t

the leftovers that the King didn't finish, but even as I think it I know that I w

knowing when to expect Jaime to leave the Second's quarters. A

ut to open, I quickly step backward and b

The words die in my throat as I look up to see the King standing in front of me, his hand holding the d

peak to both you and that

he main corridor. I sign in relief as I realize that I am

the far wall to my left. He refuses to meet my eye,

g my hands behind my back. I bow my head, showing respect to the King, befor

o about. You have both been chosen to transfer to the Rozvi castle. It was a hard decision, and you

slight frown etch

d us. Seconds pass in silence as the King watches us. I clear

ster up the courage to ask, winc

ime shuffles his feet, the movement subtle, while I fiddle with m

row aft