Ezra
A week had passed since the coronation. Only one week left until the wedding. I was sitting in my room when someone knocked. I opened the door and found both of my attendants standing there with a guard behind them.
"What is it?" I asked.
"His Majesty has invited you to have dinner with him," one of the attendants said.
I shook my head. "Tell him I decline."
The guard stepped forward. "You cannot decline the king's invitation, Your Grace."
I stared at him for a second, then sighed in defeat. There was no point fighting it.
The attendants walked past me into the room and started laying out clothes. They dressed me up, fixing my hair and doing all that annoying stuff that only made me feel like screaming at them to get out and let me dress myself, but I knew that was the fastest way to summon Mr clingy. When they were done they led me through the halls to the Royal Dining Hall. Once I entered, the door closed behind me with a soft click.
