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"Huh?" Myrtle wasn't expecting this kind of statement from Annabelle. She touched her face and felt her skin as if trying to confirm what Anna had just said. "Do I?" SHe scratched the back of her head nervously. 

"Yeah, You do," Anna replied to which Myrtle gave a brief nod. 

"Well, things are going nicely at the palace so that might be a reason." Cold sweats broke out from her forehead and she twisted her finger nervously. 

Anna lowered her head and spoke with despair. "The king called me to his room a while ago." She peeked at her to see if that made her expression darken to any degree but Myrtle seemed more uncomfortable than offended. 

"Oh, he did– I mean it was about time he did." Their conversation grew more and more artificial as both were trying to give out the emotions that they were not actually feeling. 

"So you knew about it?" Anaa was dumbstruck at her response.