Versailles woke with an aching body. Recalling the activities she'd performed with her mate, her face flushed beet red. She vigorously shook her head and banished the images and hopped off the bed with an excited spring.
"Now that I'm feeling better, I need to focus on the affairs of the Crimson Palace. As the Queen of the Underworld Palace, I need to fulfill all the duties and responsibilities of a queen."
Holding the blanket to her chest, Versailles strolled to the rack of robes and her eyes brightened. In the midst of the various robes was the pure white, flower petal dress she got on the ice night of the banquet.
"I'll wear this!" It was by far her one and most favorite. She had never received any new or clean clothes from her parents in the Sybil realm. So receiving such a beautiful gift from her mate made her feel cherished and loved.
A feeling she never experienced under her parents' roof.
