When the door opened, the pair of female elves nearly jumped out of their skins to discover Draven standing before them. Both immediately bowed to the King and stepped aside to make way for him.
"G-Greetings, Your Majesty!"
Ember felt as if she was a thief caught red-handed, her face burning in embarrassment as she looked at the doorway, wondering when the man returned and how much he had heard. She had been originally sitting lazily in bed, her back on the headrest, but upon meeting his gaze, she corrected her posture and straightened her back.
Draven stepped inside the chamber and the two servants immediately found their way out. They tactfully closed the door behind them, leaving the couple on their own.
Ember watched on as the expressionless man walked towards her bed without speaking a single word, and she didn't know what to do, whether to get out of bed or say something to him about the conversation she had with her servants.
