Shyla’s P.O.V.
“You talk a lot, Kitten. Go to sleep.”
Those were the King’s last words I remembered before falling into deep slumber, his soft tone provided me with much-needed comfort as my body was screaming for rest.
I woke up naturally after my beauty sleep, the softness of the mattress beneath me hinted that I was back in my room. Who escorted me back, it was a question for later, as the first thought that came to my mind scared the hell out of me.
My clothes!
I hurriedly got up and checked my shirt which was torn by the King for medicine, it would be hell embarrassing if anyone saw me naked like that.
Fortunately, I found myself dressed in a blue loose shirt, which was covering my knees easily.
“King Maddox!”
I sighed as his name flashed across my mind, he was the reason behi
