Valencia

I wasn’t sure what time it was exactly when my body and mind begin to crave for Killian also wasn’t sure if it was that wine’s fault entirely for what happened between us.

But when I woke up the next day, feeling sore all over the body, memories of me and Killian came rushing back to me.

I groaned in embarrassment as my mind did a wonderful jobs of making me relive the moments fromst night with excruciating detail.

Was I supposed to remember all of it? Didn’t you wake up just with a headache and no clear memory of what stupid things you did when you were

upk

drunk?

I wasn’t sure of alcohol worked differently here than in the humannds. My eyes wouldn’t listen to me when I asked them to open up

The feel of satin sheets around me made me feel like I was embraced in a bcocoon /bof silk. And I didn’t want

nt to wake up.

So I twisted and turned in the bed that was too warm to slip outside of it I wanted to relish the feel of this warm and soft bed after sleeping on a stone cold bed in the tower and then another rough one in the small home Killian said was mine.

The curtains fluttered in the wind, and I raised my hands to block the light.

A momentter, there was a knock on the door.

“Lady Valencia. This is Mary,” I heard a familiar voice.

Lady? Why was she calling me that?

I let out a muffled reply while trying to cover myself with more pillows.

“Go baway/b”

Mary didn’t hear it I assumed because then she knocked on the door again.

“I have brought tea for you, it will help with the headache.”

I hadn’t realized I had one until she mentioned it. My head started to feel like invisible hands were hammering against the inside of my skull.

I turned in the sheets again and croaked.

“Come in”

The door creaked, and I heard soft footsteps on the floor.

“Good evening, Lady bValencia/b” She greeted me, and I turned around again to groggily open my eyes and look at her

“Why are calling me Lady Valenciab?/b” bI /basked, and she smiled at me.

“I thought byou /bwould ask me why you are in Prince Killian’s room.”

What?

I straightened upb, /band all the sleep just flew out of my eyes as I sat up on the bed.

Was I so drunk I didn’t even realize this wasn’t the bed I was supposed to sleep in? And the room I was in was so huge and filled with royal furniture that had no business using

My hand flew to my mouth, and gasped.

“Is this Prince Kin’s room!”

Mary nodded. “Yes, and you are also probably wondering where are your c?th

That made me look down at myselfb, /band Trealized I was covered in sheets, Just sheets.

I scrambled them up over my bedly, and my cheeks grew red.

“… tried to speak, but no words came out.

Mary only beckoned to the cup she had ced on the nightstand.

“Have the tex, bplease/b. It will h

Thelp you with the headache and soreness?

My cheeks med, and I didn’t want to imagine why she added thatst word. It was not as if Hillian had plunged himself deep inside me

Technically, he had just used his fingers, but that bhad /bbeen enough for me to orgasm.

band /bpass out

Shit, what all must I have said to him? I remembered the feeling of bhim /bkissing me and fucking me with his fingers, but I didn’t remember if I had blurted out something stupid as well.

“It’s not what it looks like, I managed to say, but that only made Mary giggle.

“am not a royal member of the court that you need to do any exining to do, Lady Valencia. I am just a maid.”

She said, though her smile sounded wistful.

“Why do you keep addressing me like that?”

Mary bowed to me politely.

“Because Prince Killian asked me to do so.”

I raised an eyebrow.

“He did?”

Mary nodded. “Usually, when a prince takes a girl to his room, that means he has chosen her to bkeep /bhimpany for a while. And seeing that you were sleeping in his bed…”

She trailed off, and my cheeks reddened again.

“Lam not in his harem or whatever, I quickly added and then wondered if he had one.

That thought made jealousy blossom inside me. I didn’t want to think how many women bhad /bhe taken to his bed before me, how many girls hade undone with his fingers alone

Mary’s smile was wistful bwhen /bshe said.

“Prince Killian does not bhave /ba harem, unlike most of the princes. In fact, he never had one.”

Why did my heart rejoice so much at that thought? I should be hating this guy yet my body

“Though I have no idea if he ever had feelings for any girl before”

by /bgraved for him like he bwas /bsome exquisite, irresistible drug.

And just like that, my heart sank back into my chest when it had been trying to leap out of my mouth mere seconds before

“Why do you say that?” I asked curiously.

Mary seemed to havee out of her trance, for she answered.

“Sorry, it is not wise of me to specte about a prince’s personal matters.”

1 took a sip of the herbal tea she had brought, and it truly warmed my insides as if it were a salve that could take away all the soreness in an instant.

“The tea is good,” I said, changing the subject. “But I need to wear something to walk out of this room and go to my house.”

Calling that ce my house still felt weird.

But Mary shook her head this time.

“There wont be any need of it, Lady Valencia. Prince Killian has informed me to bring all your belongings here.”

My eyes widened in disbelief.

“He did what?”

“He said that you would be living here from today.”

No fucking way!

As much as I liked the thought of cuddling in his arms every night, I was not going to live with him in the same room,

I was going to find him and ensure he tells me the way back home or I would invoke Morwenna’s wrath and chop him to pieces.