Chapter 11

"Does your head still hurt? I brought ibuprofen ... It works like a charm for me every time we wake up on set. It might help." I said. I lifted the tray of water I was carrying a little.

Ruther smiled slightly. He pushed himself to sit on the bed and dragged his weight to the side of the bed. "Thanks, your highness." He tucked his foot into his household slippers.

I glided silently toward his side. I placed the tray on the side of the lamp above the bedside table.

Ruther was surprised when I applied the back of my palm to his forehead. He quietly watched...