Taking care of the sick king

Selena's cheeks burned as she rolled onto her bed, her mind replaying the events of helping King Liam undress and dress. She had done her best to avert her gaze, to maintain her composure and to treat the situation with utmost professionalism. But now, alone in her chambers, her face flushed with embarrassment her heart beating out of her chest.

She clenched her eyes shut, her hands instinctively covering her face as if that could somehow shield her from her own thoughts. She had sworn to herself that she wouldn't look, that she would maintain her dignity and respect for the king's privacy. But in her attempt to avoid looking, she might have accidentally grazed something she shouldn't have. The mere thought sent a wave of mortification through her entire being.