Elara shifts back, not from fear but in order to control her hormones from taking charge.
She nonchalantly takes off her earring before heading to the bathroom. After a while she emerged from the bathroom dressed in a weird fit.
The king is comfortably in the bed with his heavy royal clothing and mask off.
Although the room is too dark to make out anything. The moonlight is the only source of brightness in the room.
But that didn't stop the king from taking note of her disruptive clothing. She wore what looks to be trousers but softer.
And for the top, she wore a vest that looks to be made for the ladies. This baffled the king profusely.
He's never seen even the Queen wear such a weird night gown. His attention snaps to Elara's long legs.
He might've found his own obsession.
"What are you wearing?" He grumbles. But Elara ignored him and head to the bed.
She picks up her pillow and drags the duvet that was covering the king. Without a new word she walks over to the couch.
"What do you think you're doing?"
"Sleeping" he gets up and drags the duvet from her grasp.
"You're not sleeping on the couch" Elara just glares at the king feeling like snapping his neck loose.
She turns around and lay down on the couch in a faetus position.
"Sleep On the bed. That's an order" Elara pauses, she wanted to ignore him but she abided by his order like air.
She stands up before huffing and laying on the bed.
"What the hell was that?" The king muttered to himself before laying down on the other side.
Elara just stayed still on her side, how can someone even sleep comfortably in the midst of this monster.
Why did fate have to this to her? The least they could do to her is give her a better life after the horrible past, her parents gave her.
She decided it's not helping anyone if she dwells on things that don't matter anymore.
The king grounds his jaw when he felt her shift again—dragging the duvet with her.
This girl is truly a hugger….why is he even thinking about that? It's not like he's going to be sleeping with her forever.
•••
The next morning Elara wakes up to find the bed empty. She opens her arms and legs wide open.
She was lost in her thoughts that she didn't take note of the king coming out of the bathroom with a robe.
He looks to her still laying flat on the bed before clearing his throat.
"What are you doing here?" She bolts up looking at him wide eyed.
"I slept here" he raises his brows to make a point like she won't understand him.
"Wait…did you just take a shower in my bathroom?" She removes the duvet walking straight to the king.
"Why would you bath in my bathroom? Don't you have a bathroom?" She stops, freezes before sniffing his neck.
"And you even used my shower gel. Oh my god, I'm going to get a disease" the king just acted like she was talking to someone.
He couldn't just explain that in the middle of the night, her butt was pressed to his groin and he also discovered she has dimple on her butt.
He needed a cold shower and he had to fist fuck himself in the shower with her scent engulfing him.
The king wasn't proud of what he did. It's like his dick didn't read the memo that they hate this petite girl that kept talking nonstop.
He just passes her before taking his clothes and leaving. After his departure, Madame Tilda comes in to freshen up Elara and clean her up.
She comes in to Elara muttering strings of insults while pacing the room.
"What happened?"
"Your king is what happened" she groans loudly before storming inside the bathroom.
Madame Tilda looks to the bed to find the sheets clean. Just then Elara comes out of the bathroom.
"I'm not going to use that bathroom after what that man did"
Madame Tilda just rolled her eyes before getting Elara dressed. After she was ready, she sat in her room in boredom.
If she was still in the inner realm, she would be busy working with Lani or just taking a stroll or anything.
With a resigned sigh, she stands up and head to the lower halls. She cannot remember the last time she worked or even be in Lani midst.
She walks as elegant as she could but she's so eager to see Lani. She looks up to find the king glaring at her.
The king was in the hall of sultans but he still saw and recognised Elara from her brown hair dancing with the wind, he has her blue eyes engraved in his brain.
Elara stops in her track taking note of how his slender long fingers rest under his chin. To anyone inside the hall, he's looking at his scroll.
But in reality he's glaring at Elara unashamedly. She wanted to glare back but remembers she's in an open space.
She smiles meekly and bowing before going on with her agenda. She reached the lower halls to find Lani discussing animatedly to a short guy.
Elara just stayed and took note of how the guy gazed at her with so much adoration, like she's the air he didn't know he needed.
"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!!!" Lani rushed to Elara with a squeal before tackling her down.
"What are you doing here?"
"First let me breath" Elara wheezed out. Lani let her go before fixing Elara's hair charm.
"I came here to cook and have a big chat with my best friend" Elara answers after catching her breath.
"Just like old times?" Lani could hardly contain her excitement. Elara nods and another squeal surrounds the kitchen.
The short guy then clears his throat and that finally processed in Lani's head. "Oh, this is Theo. Theo, this is my best friend and the royal consort Elara"
Elara waves at him with a big smile, he waves back with a shy smile. "I'll leave you guys to catch up"
After he leaves Elara looks to Lani with a raised brow and a goofy smile.
"So what are you going to make?" Lani avoids what Elara's about to ask.
"I was thinking…cake truffles?" Lani gasps covering her lips.
Cake truffles done by Elara is like heaven on earth.
Elara learned it since she was a kid by constantly watching a certain woman who she cleans her window for.