My breath catches in my throat, and I open my mouth to speak when the door slams open. I let out a shriek and scuttled behind Quill, trying not to care that he's nude.
It's Leopold, and his gaze meets Quill.
"Sorry for the interruption, but there's trouble, my lord!" he exclaims before leaving the room.
Quill whips on a robe that was dangling on his bed post, slipping on clean underwear, and running out of the room, the moment broken.
I frown, our moment clearly ruined, and grab my own thick robe that will hide the fact that I'm not wearing a corset, and run after him, stopping just around the corner of the living quarters.
The couches are filled with what I assume is Quill's pack, their wounds being attended to by the nurse maids, and a medical doctors. One of the pack members has a bandage around his head, and he tries to scratch the back of his head, but can't.
"...report." I hear Quill say, his voice calm, and full of authority.
