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 blanket.
How did I go from tossing on my bed to laying in the king's bed in a few minutes?
"Why do you smell so much like her...?" He mumbled.
He flung his hand across my small body and pulled me closer to him, wrappin
