Nirah woke up with a raging headache, a tongue that felt like it had been bitten by a hundred ants, and memories that she hoped were no more than intensely embarrassing dreams. Ahsan hadn’t been in their room, but when she saw him tucked away by the interior reflecting pool, his face told her everything. In his suddenly-widened eyes, furiously blushing cheeks, and silence, she knew it without a doubt: last night had not been a dream, and she had made a fool of herself. Or rather, the fruit had.
Truth be told, parading through the king’s private quarters hadn’t been at the top of her list yesterday. She’d simply been desperate to do something, anything to keep Ahsan’s malaise at bay.
anythingShe sent Apil to fetch an attendant for breakfast, leaving Yarum behind. He, for whatever reason,
