Clyde
When I returned to my room, I was pleasantly surprised to find Nora sitting quietly on the chaise by the bed. Wrapped in a thick velvet blanket, she gazed out the window at the soft moonlight. Hearing my footsteps, she turned and gave me a gentle nod. "Your Majesty," she greeted.
Her voice was calm, not angry, but I wondered why she hadn’t called for me when she awoke. Sitting beside her, I spoke earnestly, "Nora, I'm here to apologize for my harsh words and for confining you. I’m truly sorry for any distress I caused."
She listened quietly, her long eyelashes fluttering delicately before she nodded with a gentle smile. "I accept your apology, Clyde."
The use of my name instead of a title was like a soothing balm, easing my tension. Although, as I looked closer, I noticed her bro
