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When the door to Rosalind's room opened that night, Alaric stepped inside, and she immediately rose from the bedwithsurprise flashing across her face.
"Your Majesty?" she called, the words leaving her lips more as a question than a greeting.
It was not something often heard of... the king coming to a mistress's chamber unannounced. Usually, they were the ones summoned to him, never the other way around. Now that he was here, she could only wonder what had brought him, and for a moment, her mind failed to connect it to what he had said to her earlier at the ball.
Alaric entered as though the room belonged to him, his hands clasped behind his back, his presence immediately swallowing the space.
"Rosalind," he said, his eyes sweeping over her as he took in the fact that she had already changed out of her gown.
