King Lucien was seating at the inner room, reading Melia's favorite book. He has lost count how many times he'd read that book over the years. He'd memorized almost all the wordings.

A knock came at the door. Soft. Hesitant.

"Go away." He flipped the page, his brows knitted in concentration.

Long minutes passed, he forgot about the knock, reading more pages from the storybook.

The knock came again, the same as the first ...