Shyla’s P.O.V.

“You talk a lot, Kitten. Go to sleep.”

Those were the King’s last words I remembered before falling into deep slumber, his soft tone provided me with much-needed comfort as my body was screaming for rest.

I woke up naturally after my beauty sleep, the softness of the mattress beneath me hinted that I was back in my room. Who escorted me back, it was a question for later, as the first thought that came to my mind scared the hell out of me.

My clothes!

I hurriedly got up and checked my shirt which was torn by the King for medicine, it would be hell embarrassing if...