Birdie's POV:
I made a beeline for my bed and dove right under the covers. A scream caught in my throat, my legs kicked up the covers behind me. I was careful not to draw the attention of the other servants to me.
I could feel how hot my cheeks were. Matter of fact, I could still feel the king's hand in my back, his body so close to mine, his voice right in my ear.
I buried my face in the pillow and screamed out.
What on earth was that?
What exactly was he trying to pull off? I mean I appreciate that he did catch me and prevent me from cracking my head open but...it was all so weird. He's a king. And I'm a runaway rouge. He shouldn't even spare a second glance in my way.
And not to mention Lady Davina. The look she gave me when she saw me was nothing short of murderous. So far I ha
