Throughout dinner, Samantha sneaked glances at the man beside her. However, not once did the King looked at her, much to her anguish. He had returned to his old self, the one she had encountered when she had refused to answer him. Samantha did not know what had turned wrong for him to treat her this way. She fidgeted in her seat, her heart crying in misery.
Samantha peeked at him again before she lowered her head to eat her dinner. Although the food on her plate was delicious, it tasted bland, and she lost her appetite completely. The King had such a huge effect on her, and she had no idea about it until then. 'Why is the King not speaking to me? Did I anger him, or is he upset about something?' She wondered as she chewed on her rice, oblivious to the smirk that had made its way on his lips.
