I gazed at the man seated on the sofa with his eyes stuck on mine. I was nervous; extremely nervous. Why was he here again?

Why would Dorothy send a king here to look after me? And why is Dolly taking a few days off? She never told me the reason. So many whys, which needs answers now.

"You have been staring at me for a while. Don't you have anything to tell me?"

I batt my lashes, confused by his abrupt question, after so many minutes of silence.

"I...Uh... uh?!" I found no words to say to him. What should I tell him? He is a fuckin king who...