Draven appeared inside his mate's bedchamber where he heard voices coming from one of the attached rooms. One was Reya's, who was calling out for Ember, while the other voice belonged to his mate and she was letting out incomprehensible noises, as if she was in deep pain.
"Miss Ember, please stay strong! My cousin already called for the King…"
Reya's voice was filled with anxiety, her voice breaking like she would cry anytime.
Draven hurried towards the side chamber, feeling his own chest tighten upon hearing the painful groans of his mate. He saw Ember lying on the floor curled into a ball, her hands clutching her chest and her body spasming uncontrollably. Her body was drenched in water and had no clothes on. Reya was next to her, holding a large towel in her hand.
Seeing the King, Reya moved back. "Y-Your Majesty, you are finally here…the Miss…"
