The walk towards Beatrice's room was short. Atlas entered her chamber and found the maid helping her groom her hair.
If Natalia were around, she would instantly recognize the maid attending to the woman. She was the same snobbish woman who humiliated her before. The woman she had vowed to teach a lesson.
He sat down, making himself at home. From how comfortable he looked, it was easy to deduce that it was a habit.
The beautiful woman dismissed her assisting maid and faced the King with a sweet smile. She had a teasing glint in her eyes.
"Good morning, My King. To what do I owe the pleasure of your honorable visit?" The exaggeration was there. Instead of making one feel nauseated, it amused the man.
"Cut it out, Beatrice. I have something I needed your opinion on. Is my best friend around to listen or am I dealing with my sassy wife at the moment?" he shot back.
