Isolde supported her head by crossing her arms on his chest. She batted her long, captivating eyelashes. "I could never call my king foolish. He's my baby, after all."
She whispered sweetly, then leaned forward a bit.
Godfrey had to clear his throat several times. Their lips were too close… too close for self-control to work properly.
"Are you okay?" She asked.
"Just a little headache. Aside from that, I'm fine," Godfrey replied.
"Oh… okay," she said. 'He's turning into something else. It shouldn't have been more than five hours since he became unconscious. I wanted to tell him my dragons have hatched and my tier has risen to 38.1, but I feel he's grown beyond that. I never thought I'd one day be the one chasing after someone. It's oddly fun.'
Isolde bit her lower lip. 'He even benefits when I grow stronger. Tsk!' She turned away.
"What is it?" Godfrey asked when the silence between them had extended more than normal.
"Nothing," she replied.
