Shyla’s P.O.V.

The air crackled with tension as Maddox paused for a heart stopping moment, scaring me out of wits. The King I knew was a straightforward person, never giving a damn to anyone’s reaction. Then what the hell was disturbing him right now?

My curious gaze followed his hand as he took out an envelope from his jacket pocket and handed it to me.

“Read it!”

I turned that envelope, utterly confused, but the Royal stamp hitched my heart into the throat.

“It’s a Royal decree!”

Maddox nodded, freezing me to my spot. What kind of decision had he made that a Royal decree was required for it?

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