The party carried on with everyone pretending like they didn't just witness the old king being dragged out of the ballroom by ten royal guards in a disgraceful manner. Romero resumed flirting around with everyone and getting drunk, and Malachi finally had the peace of mind to call for a drink, and it was served to him in a golden cup by a bishop, his eyes never leaving his queen for a moment.
She had found herself in the midst of a little group of women, looking around like a scared little sheep but would smile politely once in a while when they involved her in a conversation. He loved that she was socializing to an extent, and it was lovely keeping an eye on her from here—watching her every move and wondering what she said to those women each time her lips would move in response.
A bishop then began to approach the stairs, a look of emergency on his face as he knelt before him and said, ''My king, you need to see this.''
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