Maxine muttered a thank you before she stood up from her seat. Her back felt sore perhaps because she had sat down for too long or because she had been very anxious all the same.
King Alexander's words as she stared at her reflection in the mirror kept echoing in her mind.
'I have no choice, however, I will be sad to ruin what would have been your 'wedding night"
'What did he mean by that?' Maxine kept asking herself, quite confused. What did he mean by her wedding night?
Meanwhile, King Alex, who had instructed the servants to bring into the palace the crates of beer that he had brought from his kingdom, smiled when he walked to the hall.
"Too many," he uttered as he entered the hall, walking through many guests that raised their heads to admire him while his two guards followed suit. He wasn't the only king that was there, however, everyone respected him for he was the next to the Emperor, greater than their king.
