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Danika noticed that the king was troubled. It shows on his face as their meal progressed.

"What troubles you, my King?" Danika asked, her eyebrows creased with worry.

King Lucien isn't used to sharing his problems. He said nothing.

She noticed his defensive hesitation and didn't press. He has let her in long enough for her to know him for who he is. A man who's more used to keeping to himself than talking to people.

But, she already has his trust. He has already let her in. He will tell her when he's ready, and not before.

After the meal, she got up and began clearing the plates. She got to his side and packed up his plates. She was about to carry it up when his arm suddenly wrapped around her midriff.

"Don't. Don't turn around." He ordered, stopping her impulsive movement.

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