"What should we do now?" Ythira asked, settling into the chair while still rubbing her sore shoulder.
"Let's just settle in for the night. We can start the act in the morning," Gideon muttered, resting his head against the cot and closing his eyes as if the chaotic events of the evening hadn't happened.
Ythira eyed the careless man, then glanced back at the cot. For her own safety, she decided to stay put. Pulling her legs, she curled up in the chair with the thorn carefully gripped in her hands. She leaned against the chair and closed her eyes to sleep.
When morning approached, inside Dusthaven's palace, Mirabella slept peacefully in her room. The early rays of the sun filtered through the curtains, bathing the space in a soft, warm, golden glow.
Mirabella moaned in laziness and stretched her arms, but when her hands hit a solid surface, her instincts kicked in. She jerked back with wide eyes, only to find the half-naked king sprawled across her bed, utterly unbothered.
