Amelia’s POV
Morning sunlight poured through the windows, casting a soft glow across my room. I stretched lazily, feeling the ache of the past few days in my bones. Moving to the window, I parted the curtains and let the light kiss my skin.
Then I turned around—and froze.
He was there.
The King.
Standing inside my room, arms crossed, eyes dark with something unreadable. My breath caught as his gaze trailed downward—stopping right at the outline of my body.
That’s when I realized.
The nightgown I wore clung to me like water. Every curve, every shadow—visible. And my n*****s… betrayed me, pressing against the thin fabric.
I stumbled for the robe draped over the chair and threw it around myself, heart thundering. “Y-Your Majesty,” I said, tightening the belt. “ W-What are you doing he
