"So, does the tea help soothe the pain?"
She nods as she tries to clear her throat. "The tea made its magic and I can speak without hurting my voice… although I can't say much about the taste."
The man—no, the king lightly laughs. "I assume the honey helped reduce the strong scent. You do have a knack of expressing your hatred towards tea, after all."
Maridawn stops her trails, her eyes which have been on the ground the entire time, widen as she says, "Have I spoken too much, Your Highness?"
The king stops as well, a bit farther as his head turns to her.
"If you speak about that night, well I don't doubt you did." He muses as he continues to walk forward.
Maridawn's face turns a darker shade of red as she follows suit. Many things happened that she didn't know how to respond to that statement.
The fact that she's having a chat with the king in the late afternoon while she's wearing her white night gown is already embarrassing enough.
