After his vehement kissing and taunting, the king got up, changed his clothes into a sleeping robe and went back to bed to lay beside Azalea. He shut his eyes close afterwards to get some sleep.
Azalea stopped trembling upon noticing that she was no longer in danger. She got up, fixed her dress and walked towards the door to leave.
"Where are you going?" the king opened his eyes.
"I-I'm going back," Azalea mumbled.
"At this hour?" his gaze fell unto Azalea. With a serious face he told her, "No. You're sleeping here".
"B-but …"
"What you saw tonight is not something that can be known publicly. So starting tonight, you'll stay with me and I'll keep a close eye on you. If you ever speak a word about it, you know what will happen".
Azalea fumed and raised her voice, "Why bother keeping me alive? If that's so important then you could just kill me … or you could put magic in me so I don't speak about it".
