ELORA

I froze, my heart threatening to burst when the king got up from his bed and walked in my direction, a sudden night breeze bringing the strong smell of alcohol to me.

He’d been drinking?

Oh no.

I couldn’t have come at a worst time.

His eyes had apparently glazed over with sleep because even when he reached me, he kept calling me Erika.

He bent down, scooping me up before I even noticed him move and carried me bridal style onto his bed. It all happened in quick succession that I didn't know when I landed in his bed. He lay down and covered us with his large...