The next morning, Azalia woke up alone and disoriented. She slowly sat up, the Lavan princess sleepily taking in her surroundings, when her sapphire eyes slightly widened as she realised where she was:
The Adom King's bed, that is.
Her pale cheeks turned a soft pink as she remembered what had happened in said bed yesterday, her face warming up in embarrassment as memories played inside her mind. She looked around to search for Melech but didn't see him anywhere, meaning the Adom King hadn't waited for her to wake up.
Azalia's heart unexpectedly dropped at the realisation.
What they had shared yesterday was a big deal for her. She had let Melech touch her intimately for the first time, and it wasn't a right Azalia gave to just anyone. It meant something to her, and she had thought it wa
