Where Is Mistress?

They went into the living hall and had cups of tea. Zebian was sipping on his tea when Meriall spoke. “I have been informed the king has elected a mistress,” Her eyes raised to hold him intact.

Zebian remained unbothered. He knew this topic would be raised one day. “Is it true, your majesty?” She asked before sipping.

“Yes, it is,” He nodded.

“And she is new to this kingdom?” She threw a rhetorical question. He nodded calmly.

“I hope you do understand the danger it brings upon the safety of this kingdom and above all yours. She can be anything, an assassin, a counterspy,” Meriall frowned with general concern. Her son had never looked at a woman before, let alone why would he choose a woman without letting her know.

“I’m aware, mother. But let’s not neglect that I’m a king and no woman wants to die out of my hands,” He mumbled casually before gulping the last sip. “I am glad you learnt it but please stay away from her, I don’t want you to indulge with her,” He said and was about to