Eyes darting open, Ayla sat up in bed with a flash to look around. The odd sensation of being watched felt heavy in the back of her mind and weighed on her chest.
It didn’t help that she was in her new room and it was pitch black.
After the coronation the night previous, the rest of the events were a blur to her. She didn’t even remember going to bed, only that she became so exhausted and Thorin noticed right away with her father.
A shift at her side had her squeak, “Ayla?”
If she wasn’t paranoid before, she definitely was then as she tugged the blankets up to her chin, “T-Thorin?!”
The sheets fell down his chest and stomach as he sat up, revealing he wasn’t wearing a tunic or night clothes, “What’s wrong?”
“Uhhh…” Ayla pulled her eyes away from him as his muscles flexed as he ran a
