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ISABELLE’S POV

We take two or more steps and then I hear the sound of the door again. I think someone closed the door. “We have reached”. After saying this, the king unwraps his arm from my waist and leaves my hand. He removes the ribbon from around my eyes. It takes a minute for my eyes to adjust. When my vision clears and I look around, I find myself in a big room.

This room is almost similar to the king’s room. There is a big bed against the wall in front of us and just like the king’s room, there is a balcony. There is a fireplace and couches too. It is almost the same size as the king’s room but the difference is that this room has things of a little soft color. There are two more doors here as well.

“Whose room is this, my king? Why have you brought me here?” I turn towards the king and ask him confusedly. I don’t understand why he brought me here. I am sure that he is not thinking of giving this room to me because I feel like this room is of the queen. It cannot be for a slav