She couldn't stop herself from groaning, and she flopped backwards, not caring what it looked like.
Donncahd was coming back to her room.
To their room.
Why did he want to come back?
She'd just recovered from being ill and then from an attempt on her life.
Even if the attacker was gone, or supposedly gone, why couldn't he leave her be? Let her recover more?
Surely the royal dance was far away enough for her to at least be able to rest and relax for a few days.
But no.
Of course not. Because that would be too easy.
And the Prince of Sidera would never make anything easy for anyone.
She didn't think he was capable.
She couldn't say for sure how much he knew...how annoying he was being on purpose compared to him simply wanting to sleep in his bed again, or simply wanting to keep up appearances.
It wasn't as if him sleeping in bed with her was new at all.
It was just...
