Akila,
Akila was shaking as the king hugged her to his firm chest and said something she didn't hear.
She was still stunned by what she had done; she had never thought that she was capable of hurting someone.
But what she did to that noble was beyond hurting. She looked down at her hands, then back at the gasping male.
She shuddered when she saw his open flesh, and the blood was oozing out of it.
She felt her stomach rebel, then she hunched over and emptied it.
She began to gasp when her throat burned and her stomach churned.
Ramses crouched beside her and began to stroke her back soothingly as if this might help her.
She pushed him away, not wanting to dirty him. She felt filthy from the inside and outside.
But the stubborn king didn't budge. He slapped her shaking hands away and collected her on his lap.
"Please, your highness, I'm filthy."
