Unaware of his errant thoughts, Ember stepped out of bed, wanting to apologize and explain why she was there.
"Your Majesty, apologies. Last night—"
"Help me get dressed," Draven interrupted her. "That is, if your apology is sincere."
Her body that was halfway to a bow suddenly straightened, and her emerald green eyes blinked at him in puzzlement. Her body shivered the moment her gaze trailed down from his face down towards his broad chest, and further down—
"Ah…I…should I?"
She realized he was telling her to help him wear his clothes; in short, she had to do one of Erlos' tasks as the King's attendant.
"Won't you?" she heard his voice grow cold.
"I will!" she cried out in a hurry. "I am sincere so I will help!"
"What are you waiting for?" Draven spread his arms to the side, prompting her to start. " You can start by getting the clothes on the rack."
