Chapter 465. Will She Survive the Spell?

Apphia’s POV

“A gown fit for a Queen,” Anaiah had said to me. And it was indeed.

My hair was up with a few waves falling, and a crown sat atop it.

When Nicholas saw me emerge from the dressing room, he seemed to have forgotten how to breathe or speak.

In the portrait, he is sitting on his throne while I am sitting on his lap, right leg crossed over left. His arm snaked around my waist, gripping me tightly. I still can’t believe they used this photo and sent it to media outlets for all to see. It was the main news for weeks, and everyone had something to say because I sat on Nicholas’ mighty throne, a king’s throne, and the photo was too intimate.

“Luna,” Lizzy calls, getting me out of my memory, I regard her,

“Yes,”

“Can you show us the royal lake?!” Lizzy asks exuberantly.

“How do you know of that,” I ask.

“The royal lake is public knowledge,” Jerry chimes. He is not looking at me; his gaze is on the portrait of the Lavis