"His Majesty, the King, wishes to meet you."
"Who are you?" Percival asked.
"I am no more than a humble servant of His Majesty," the man replied. "Please do not be alarmed. The King merely wishes to extend his welcome."
Sarika stands uneasily beside her father. "Why would the King be interested in us?"
"How could I know what His Majesty is thinking?"
"Do we have a choice?" Percival inquired.
"You don't."
Sarika looked at her father worriedly.
Truthfully, she doesn't want to get involved with anything. She longed for a simple and ordinary life, far from the intrigues that had filled her life before.
A true fresh start.
But she guesses that might be too much to ask. She's too high profile to be ignored.
After a moment, Percival agrees. "Very well. Lead the way."
The man smiled. He gestured for them to follow him.
"This way. We have prepared a carriage for you."