FIRA’S POV

When I woke up, I was not in King Fire’s room. I was inside my room with Ember. My little girl was on edge of the bed, playing with a barbie doll, which I thought came from Zephyrus. He was the only king who loved to go to the city. He bought that. Probably.

I looked down at my body. I was wearing a pink nightie with my underwear.

Did Pyro put it on to me?

When I moved to sit, all I could feel was the swollen of the walls of my entrance. I gazed at the side table.

Crap. It was twelve in the afternoon. I...