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Chapter 45.
~Katrina~
I stepped into the king's room for the first time, my breath hitching as I took in my surroundings. The space was massive—at least three times the size of my own. It was beautiful yet simple, every detail carefully placed. To my right, a wooden table and chairs sat beside a towering bookshelf filled with books.
My eyes traveled to the bed. It was twice the size of mine, neatly arranged and decorated with red roses. Did the king like roses, or was this just for tonight?
On the other side of the room, a portrait rested against the wall, surrounded by bags of pencils. My heart skipped. The king was an artist? I had no idea.
Curious, I moved to the table, running my fingers over the books stacked there. They were historical texts, filled with stories of wars and lost kingdoms. I wished I had time to read them, but that wasn't why I was here.
The king wasn't in the room. It seemed like he had stepped out. If so, this was my chance.
