Eiravyne's heart raced as she tried to comprehend the situation. She knew she had messed up, had embarrassed herself in front of everyone, and had somehow ended up here with Ilkar.
She moved to sit up, her movements slow and cautious, hoping not to wake him.
But Ilkar's eyes opened almost immediately, his gaze locking onto hers.
There was an unreadable expression in his eyes, a mix of frustration and something else she couldn't quite place.
"What the hell were you thinking?" Ilkar's voice was low but filled with venom.
"I… I didn't mean to," Eiravyne stammered, her voice trembling. "I …I'm so sorry."
Ilkar sighed, running a hand through his hair. "You caused quite a scene tonight, Eira…. "
Tears welled up in her eyes, and she struggled to hold them back. "I didn't know it would affect me like that…the wine…It was just one glass …I've never… I've never had alcohol before …. I didn't know what to expect."
