When she woke up, she was in her own room. The steady sound of water rushing over the still shore created an overwhelming sense of calm that befuddled her senses.
The events of the previous night came rushing in all at once.
She was no longer a virgin. Her body still ached in certain places. And she had made the biggest mistake of her petty existence.
But did she actually regret it? She didn't. The thought of experiencing what she experienced with another man never crossed her mind once.
It was him or nothing.
And everything would return back to normal - he'd be the detached King and she'd be the pathetic servant.
She kicked her legs.
What had she done?
Remaining in bed for the rest of the day was the only thing she had in mind. Confronting him was a job for another day.
She fell asleep again. When she awoke, the sun was high up in the sky. It was close to noon, it seemed.
Claire slid down from the high feather bed and walked to the window.
