If I'm not the king...

This was awkward. Why did I even agree to his invitation if I knew this would happen? A sigh slipped from my lips. I should excuse myself since he hadn't said a word from the beginning.

"I —"

"How are you faring?" he asked, cutting me off as if he knew what I would say. I glanced at him and my eyes instinctively averted in a different direction when I caught him looking at me.

"Good, Your Majesty." It was actually better until the moment he asked me for a stroll. I've only seen Stefan a few times in the past month, and all that was in the gathering Sam would constantly take me in. 

At first, I didn't understand Sam's reasoning why he would take me to that gathering of the most important individuals in this kingdom. But I figured it was because he didn't want to explain it himself, or it was just too complicated if explained by words. Politics was too complex and everyone was ought to have a different opinion.