Finally done, she got up and took the water and wet rag away. She took her time washing it and spreading it out in the rails of the big bathroom.
It's like a small world in the king's chambers. Everything is in here, a person can easily spend months and decide not to meet the sun.
That is how King Lucien made his chambers to be. The king is a private person who loves his own company more than anything. This chambers is his personal space...his personal world.
When she got out of the bathroom again, he was clothed and seated behind his desk. She took a few seconds to herself to watch him.
His hand scribble effortlessly on the scroll, his hair a mass of curls around his head, his jaw set in a hard line and his brows knitted together in concentration.
He is a handsome man. So savage-looking and scary. Her heart fluttered and tears suddenly burnt the back of her eyes.