Shyla’s P.O.V.
“You are a noble consort, Lady Amara. How can you be carried away by mere human emotions?
You are supposed to be the example for every woman in the Kingdom. Your behavior today has tarnished the good name of royals.”
The person who came in time to save me must have been a motivational speaker as his long lecture kept me awake. I was sick and tired of his requirements for the King’s harem.
Unfortunately, I couldn’t see his face; otherwise, that picture would have been saved in my mind with this reference. These words were the last thing I heard when I lost consciousness, and they were still dancing in my mind right now.
I was half awake, like my eyelids were glued, and my mind was on guard, making me aware of my surroundings. The first thing that came to my notice was a
