Charlotte's POV:
I wake up the next morning in a tangle of blankets and no Lucas.
"Luke," I say, sitting up.
"Hmm," He says from the sitting area.
"Why are you all the way over there?" I ask.
"News, food, your giant stomach takes over the entire bed," he says.
"This is a King size bed. I do not take over the entire bed," I say, getting up.
I grab a pancake off the tray and tear a piece off and stick it in my mouth. There's a knock on the door and I go to answer it. There's a maid standing there, looking a little panicked.
"Mae, what is it?" I ask.
"The King's mother is here. She is downstairs with the Queen and she has requested that you join them in the parlor," the maid says.
I don't know
