-Amber-
I was quickly handed some painkillers and a glass of water. I swallowed the pills and then emptied the glass.
“Do you need help walking?” the king asked.
“Nope!” But as soon as I stood, my legs felt weak.
He noticed. “Well?”
“Fine.” I gave in, allowing him to support me. He gently took hold of my arm and helped me across the room, his warriors following close behind.
When we reached the top floor and I realized he was bringing me back to his room, I dug my heels into the floor and shook my head.
“Not happening,” I stated.
“You get to shower, and I will find you something to eat. Why does it matter what room?” he inquired, as if he understood why I had halted.
“Then why not use one of the thousand others you have?” I asked.
He leaned closer to me and said, “I think you kn
