Chapter 47

The dinner passed in a long stretch that Aila could not figure out how it went by. One minute, she was sitting on the chair, and the next ten hours, it was gone. Not that she was sad it was gone; she was mostly relieved that it was over. Throughout the dinner, she had fiddled with her food. Her chest and stomach, complete with the realization that she might be liking the mad king more than she had expected.