I stood on the dusty training ground, wincing with each limping step as Rael gave me a blank, knowing look, his eyes scanning my stiff posture and the way I favoured my sore lower body.
"Your Highness, did you overdo it last night? I told you to keep it optimal—just enough sex to prime the mark's strength without hurting yourself this badly. Look at you now, barely walking straight."
My cheeks burned hot with embarrassment, and I shot him a glare, crossing my arms over my leather doublet. "Shut up, Rael! Can't an omega indulge a little without you prying into my private life? It's my body, and I made my choice—drop it."
He raised a scarred brow under his helm, not buying the deflection for a second. "Fair enough, but tell me straight—do you actually have a good relationship with your husband? Be honest with me; it matters for your focus today."
