GEORGINA'S POV.
Godfrey pulled me closer to him, his hands placed on my waist, his fingers almost digging into my skin, I placed my hand firmly at his back.
He finally let go of me, cupping my face in his soft palm. “You should take some rest,” he smiled, pulling me up.
My lips curled into a mischievous smile. Does he really think I am drunk? Or has he finally accepted our relationship? At least I know that he isn't seeing another girl.
“My queen,” he called, taking me up to my bed. “It is late, you should go to sleep, I will ask Joana to make you a bowl of soup to sober up,” he turned to go but I grabbed him by his hand.
“Do you want to leave me alone?” I asked, pouting my lips.
He smiles, removing my hand gently. “The guards would get suspicious if I spent the night here.”
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