"My Majesty"
Eleanora murmured with amusement.
There was no answer.
She had not expected one.
This sounds fun, calling him 'My Majesty'
No wonder he is obsessed with calling me 'My Empress'
Eleanora pondered as she shook her head to shake of this meaningless thoughts, she folded the cloth and placed it back against his forehead again.
Then she reached for the blanket that had slipped from his shoulder and drew it up slightly, taking care not to disturb him.
It was a small, unnecessary gesture.
She did it anyway.
Her gaze lingered on his face for a moment longer before she looked toward the window.
The kingdom outside was quiet. Somewhere in the distance, a bell marked the passing of another hour.
The sound drifted through the night and faded among the rooftops.
It was midnight already,
Eleanora wondered how long they could remain here without attracting attention.
This is the second time he has become unconscious like this,
