Celestiel blushed, her cheeks taking a shade of dark crimson when she realised the King had no intention of leaving her to bathe, not that she minded anyway.
She turned away quickly when the King began undressing before her and cursed herself in her mind for acting so shy after what had happened between them just that morning in the King's study.
Trying to tame her wildly beating heart, Celestiel stood frozen in place, unable to gauge whether the King wanted privacy or not. On one hand, she was his wife and the King most probably reasoned that he could and would undress before her without any shame. On the other hand, Celestiel wondered if the King wanted some privacy and it was her cue to leave him be?
Celestiel's question was answered when she heard and felt the King's presence behind her. She could feel his body heat radiating so prominently that she was sure if she leaned backwards only a little, her back would collide with his chest.
