THE KING
He closes your bedroom door behind him and carefully looks if anyone saw him leaving your room. He walks sneakily back to his room. Sweat is starting to form on his forehead. He opens the door and walks straight to his bedstand drawer. He opens the drawer and takes out three pills.
(She's wasn't supposed to know about it yet. Dammit, James can't you control yourself?!)
He slams a fist on the table. Then he throws the pills in his mouth and washes it down with water.
"Goddammit!!"
He throws his shirt off and gets into bed, sleeping almost immediately. The next morning he wakes up with a knock on his door.
"Yes?"
"It's me, can I come in?" The princess speaks softly.
He falls back on his pillow and answers unwillingly. "Yeah"
The princess enters the room and bows low before the King. "What do you need from me?"
