Morgana's POV
I pressed my hand to my forehead in the hope to alleviate the headache that I was having at the moment. This was why I hated drinking. My hangover is always bad.
“Here is the coffee you asked for.” Sasha, my assistant said, placing my favorite mug cup in front of me.
“Thank you Sasha.” I muttered as I gulped down the first one.
“Careful. It's h…hot.” But I was already almost done with it. “Oh.”
“Yeah, oh. I had a bad night the other day.”
“It's obvious. You don't need to say much. Hope you didn't do this in public? You're a public figure right now whether you like it or not.” She pointed out.
“You don't need to say. I know. Even if it's something I don't want.” I said bitterly.
“We cannot always choose what we want. You of all people should know that.” She said
