The King and I... and Donne

Even though a bit surprised, Donne whispered back in a bit.

"I told you, I want my third wife to be of my own choosing."

"What a shame though. She's useful to you right?" Before Donne could answer he saw the King walk towards Meara who gracefully stood up, on her way to somewhere.

Unfortunately, a servant who was passing by seemed to have tripped and spilled 3 tall glasses of red wine straight to her bosom.

Meara felt cold in an instant. Her dress shows the contrast of beige and red wine.

Corin smirked from the side.

The servant was so scared while cleaning up the glasses. He was brushed off by the King from apologizing and motioned for others to help clean up.

Meara was stunned. She cannot walk away. The King is here. The servants gathered around her feet to clean worked fast and went away immediately, trembling as they apologized.

The King casually took one table napkin from the table and handed it to Meara.