"Why?" Tania asked, removing his arms and stepping out of his embrace. "Is there more work to be done?" She really wanted to sleep. More than physical exhaustion, she was mentally exhausted.
"No. But if you go back there, chances are that those women will come back looking for you. And this time it would become messy."
Tania stared at him with wide eyes. "Then what should I do?"
This was the opportunity Eltanin was waiting for. His heart somersaulted inside, but on the outside, he had a poker face. "You can always stay here," he suggested genuinely.
Tania's eyes widened further until her eyebrows hit the roof. "You mean in your room?" Was the king mad? "I— I won't!" The suggestion was absolutely ridiculous. What if someone came and discovered that she, a servant girl, was sleeping in the king's chambers? Did he understand the gravity of the situation?
