Fiona, after a fleeting glance at Katelyn, seemed to disregard her completely, her attention now entirely fixed on the cat as she shared in Ryanna’s joy.
Just then, a voice called out from outside the door, “Princess Ryanna, dinner is served in the dining hall.”
Reluctantly, Ryanna tore her gaze away from the cat and turned toward Katelyn and Fiona. Her voice was warm yet eager as she said, “Shall we go? Let’s have dinner first.”
Katelyn didn’t hesitate to follow. Her curiosity about Vincent’s situation weighed on her, so she had little choice but to go along.
The trio made their way to the dining hall.
As soon as Katelyn entered, her eyes immediately found the King and Vincent seated at the table, waiting for their arrival.
Fiona moved closer, first directing her attention to the King with a formal greeting. But when her gaze shifted to Vincent, a flicker of unease passed through her eyes.
“M-Mr. Adams…”
Vincent turned his gaze toward her.
Without thinking, she instinctively stepped back, her body reacting before her mind could catch up.
The next moment, Ryanna stepped in front of Fiona, effectively shielding her from any direct views, and suggested with a gentle smile, “Let’s have dinner first. It’s getting late.”
Her actions were clearly protective of Fiona.
Vincent remained silent and continued with his meal.
The King merely looked on, choosing not to comment.
An unusual tension hung over the dinner.
Katelyn anticipated some developments during the meal, but nothing significant occurred, and the dinner concluded in less than thirty minutes. Afterward, Vincent and Katelyn left together.
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Katelyn sat in Vincent’s car, still processing the events. “Did the King really just call me over for a meeting?”
This seemed implausible since they had previously met.
Vincent responded with a knowing smile, “As long as nothing went wrong, that’s what matters most.”
Katelyn nodded, choosing not to pursue the conversation further. Yet, she was convinced that the King must have said something significant to Vincent, given Vincent’s uncharacteristic quietness this evening.
They rode in silence for the remainder of the journey.
Upon returning to the hotel, Katelyn found Ashlyn on the sofa, watching TV. Ashlyn expressed relief upon seeing her and said, “You’re back finally. Did they give you a hard time?”
After scanning Katelyn and seeing no signs of harm, Ashlyn exhaled in relief.
Katelyn shook her head, replying simply, “No.”
Feeling exhausted, Katelyn laid down on the sofa, too weary to move.
Her thoughts raced. The day’s visit to the King had seemingly been just to play a few games of chess. All her mental preparations had turned out to be needless.
Ashlyn noticed Katelyn seemed unusually quiet. “Did something happen?” she asked.
Katelyn faced Ashlyn and replied, “I’m puzzled because nothing happened at all.. Additionally, Ryanna’s actions were strangely peculiar.
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