The maids were up and doing, bustling around the palace with their morning chores, while I was still in bed, feeling a deep sense of guilt weighing down on me. I had... kissed Dorian.
I stared up at the ceiling, my thoughts a tangled mess of confusion and regret. How had things spiraled out of control so quickly? Last night, in that moment, it had felt right—comforting, even—but now... now I wasn’t so sure. What had I done? How could I have been so reckless?
What differentiates me from a cheating wife?
My door creaked open, and I quickly turned onto my side, pulling the covers up to my chin. It was probably one of the maids, but the thought of facing anyone right now made me feel even more vulnerable.
"Good morning, Your Majesty," a soft voice said, and I relaxed slightly. It was just
