Ara
Ara had lain in bed for what seemed like hours, still feeling Prince Acheron’s soft lips on her forehead. He had left without saying anything, but that kiss had lingered there like an unspoken promise. She blushed whenever she remembered the things they’d done, and a nervous pit formed in the bottom of her stomach knowing that she couldn’t let that happen again.
Rena came to check in on her when the sun was high in the sky, and warm air filtered through the window into the cabin. Ara told her she didn’t feel well and asked to be left alone.
She knew she should leave and take some fresh air, but she couldn’t make herself move.
A sudden knock at the door interrupted her thoughts.
Without waiting for her to reply, the door opened and in walked Princess Lila, carrying a tray of fruits, cheese, bread, water and tea.
“Did the food from last night make you sick?” she said, setting the tray on the bed.