Amelia’s POV
A loud, frantic bang on the door jerked me awake.
“Amelia! It’s me, open the door!”
Clara’s voice screamed from the other side, panicked and urgent.
My eyes snapped open.
I blinked against the sunlight pouring into the room—and that was when I felt it.
The heavy weight pressed against my stomach.
Confused, I raised my head slightly, only to find the king sprawled across me, his head comfortably resting on my tummy, his arm thrown lazily around my waist.
And then everything from last night came rushing back in a flood—the glowing red eyes, the teasing, the unexpected kiss, the way he fell asleep on me like a child seeking comfort.
Panic instantly set in.
“s**t,” I whispered under my breath.
Clara banged harder, making the door rattle on its hinges.
“Amelia! Open up!
