~Storme~
Eventually, after Theo left, Grace returned to my room. Her sharp eyes immediately took in the disheveled state of my bed, the tangled sheets, and my tousled hair. She hesitated, a curious look flashing across her face.
I barely had time to concoct a lie before she asked, her voice as gentle as ever, “Did you have a nightmare, Your Highness?”
Her concern wasn’t entirely misplaced. The way I was tangled in my sheets, the faint signs of exhaustion on my face; it could easily suggest a restless night.
But I didn’t exactly feel like explaining why I was in such a state. I couldn’t possibly tell her that I was exhausted from having too many orgasms from the king’s son.
"Why do you ask?" I replied.
She gave a slight shrug, her lips curling into a small, polite smile. “Your hair,”
