Azalia didn't say one word as Melech carried her to his room. Her whole being was tense in Melech's arms, uncontrollable tremors traveling up and down her body once every few seconds. She was still in shock from what had just happened, tears threatening to flow out of her blue eyes by the time they reached the King's quarters.
Melech was hating seeing her like that.
"Azalia." He called as he gently laid her on his bed. He was cautious to not startle her in any way but could tell she was stiff and avoiding his gaze. She wasn't acting like usual and Melech didn't know what he could possibly do to make her feel better. "Talk to me."
"You killed him..." Were the first words Azalia murmured in a small, wavering voice. Her sapphire eyes were cast down, the Lavan princess desperately avoiding
