Once Ember finished her bath and had a meal, she thought of going back to sleep once again; after all, it was not often she gets to enjoy the comfortably large luxurious bed belonging to her mate. She had no idea what the difference was, but for some reason, it felt like she liked his bed better than her own. Though she doesn't want to admit it, his scent lingering in the air was very effective in soothing her mind, even better than any calming herbal tea.
'Sadly, they changed the bedsheets into fresh ones or else his scent would be clinging on the—no, no, no, what am I thinking? This line of thinking is dangerous!'
As she struggled with her wayward thoughts, Reya entered the King's chamber, carrying a bowl in a wooden tray, a bowl filled with a certain kind of medicine. Ember looked at it and her brows knitted as an unpleasant scent tickled her nose. She could not help but press her lips together into a thin line.
