Capítulo 67: Psychosexual Trial (4)

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Her lips curved into a faint smile. "I only wish to help," she said. "You look like you carry the weight of the world on your shoulders. Even a king—no, especially a king—deserves someone to share the burden with."

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I'm no king anymore. Just a man drowning in his own mistakes."

"Then let someone throw you a lifeline," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

She poured the wine, handing him a goblet. He took it hesitantly, his fingers brushing hers. The brief contact sent a shiver down his spine, and he hated how easily his body betrayed him. He sipped the wine, the rich flavor doing little to ease his discomfort.

The maid sat across from him, her gaze steady. "You don't have to say anything," she said. "Sometimes, it's enough just to have someone here."