Chapter Three Hundred-One – Dislike?
Laurel turned to her side on the bed and laid face up a second later. She was hungry and it drove her insane.
Why did she act like she was asleep when Nether came in to take Sam away! She should have spoken about her stomach's condition then.
She turned again before forcing herself up the bed. Did the King have no secret stash where he kept snacks or sweets, anything for the stomach?
She looked under the bed and inside the wardrobes close to his bed. She noticed a sweet smell coming from a bottle and gleefully took it out.
"Wine? Fruit drink?" she opened it and inhaled it again. It just had a really sweet smell and she felt so tempted to down its content.
She placed it on the ground and stared at it. Her self-control waned but she persisted. What if it was a concoction by the King from his lab?
