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Veronica watched the king, who was seated behind his desk, his brows furrowed together as he wrote on the scroll in front of him.

“My king,” she drawled as she looked towards his desk, getting behind it and behind him.

“What is it, Veronica?” he asked without breaking his concentration from the book in front of him.

“Let me give you a massage. You must be tense. You need to relax those muscles fro