Twelve

SOPHIA POV.

"Get ready," he says, "something comfortable," he informed but "yet classy," he added. How on the earth does he want me to do so?

He ignored my question, he won't answer when asked where we are. He just left, leaving me alone.

Now I am staring at my closet, I had no idea what to wear, there were some piles of clothes on the floor and I sat on them.

"Go away," I said to whosoever was t

knocking on the door. "Your majesty, your food is here," a familiar voice called.

Prompting me to stand up and open the door a little bit. "Gosh, am I so happy to see you," I said to my handmaid who smiled warmly.

"The thing is, my room is not in a happy situation," I explained, hoping she would understand that the other maid that holds the tray won't be allowed in.

"It can't be that bad, your majesty," she muttered. I looked back at the room and the door, I couldn't tell her the definition of that bad.

She goes in first, gasping a bit at the floor before going back out acting professionall