Everett knocked on the king's chamber, a low raspy answer came within a minute. She bit her lips together to calm herself down. Fredrick was seated on the couch, reading the documents that were sent to him a while ago. On the other hand, she was gripping the shawl that had been found in his bedroom.
Everett bowed at him gracefully, wondering what was the reason behind this call,
" My king!"
Only then Fredrick lifted his eyes to see the girl. She was wearing nothing but a plain dress but her aura was still graceful. It was more like she was born to be a princess. Fredrick put the documents aside, standing up with the shawl in his grip,
" Is it yours??"
