When Dacre entered the queen's bedroom, he dismissed all the servants that served her and found his queen was still on the bed, curling herself into fetal position, hiding under the blanket.
"I brought a flower for you."
Dacre sat down on the edge of the bed and patted her head over the blanket, she was trembling against his touch, but not in a good way. She was afraid of him after what happened that night.
Nycta was still shocked and couldn't bring herself to accept what actually had occurred.
Meanwhile, Dacre had been nothing, but sweet to her. He was being exceptionally patient with her. If it was not for that night, Nycta would still think the king was the best mate that she could have and how lucky she was to be picked by him as his queen.
