The poor slave

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It was late in the night already, the mansion was silent yet steadied.

In the dining room, King Spencer and Amelia we're both having their dinner. But none of them were saying a word to each other.

Shortly, Eleanor comes into the dining room with a tray in her hands.

"My king!" She nervously bowed at the king before lowering the tray to the table.

Amelia dragged her eyes to the king and she saw how intensely he was staring at his slave —These gestures angered her, but she struggled to withhold it all in her.

After all, tonight she would be accomplishing her plans of getting off Eleanor once and for all!

Meanwhile, Eleanor veered around to leave the dining room. However, King Spencer called her back and she halted on her track.

"Take a seat!" King ordered in his commanding tone.

"What!" Eleanor choked and she spun to the king with her widened eyes.

"What! My king!" Amelia gaped wildly at him, and she threw a sinister glare at Eleanor.

"No, my king. I'm a slave,