Amelia's eyelashes fluttered as she looked at the King from under her lashes, unsure how to address the situation.
The last time she slept on the bed, the King was not present, and he left before she was awake.
He had not been at the palace for the last three days, so they didn't have to worry about sleeping settings.
However, now that the King was standing at the doorway, observing her every action like a predator ready to pounce, she didn't know what to say.
Amelia's body was still aching from the wounds. Though a lantern, her healing ability was lower this time than the last time she remembered.
Was it because the wounds were deeper this time or because she didn't prepare the decoctions herself?
Amelia licked her bottom lip and tried to stand from the bed. Her throat had become dry repetitively in just a few minutes because of the medicine she had to eat and the heat building in her body.
"Where are you going?" King Cyrus's voice caught her attention.
