Mirabella waved the fan back and forth, slowly fanning the king. Her eyes were droopy with sleep, but she refused to close them. Well aware that the last time she did, she woke up in the king's arms.
Eros, lying back with his hands folded under his head, amused at the sparrow's stubborn resistance to rest. His lips curved into a smirk at her resilience.
"If you want, you can sleep," Eros said, his eyes remaining closed.
Mirabella's eyes twinkled with hope. "Thank you, Your Majesty," she replied, quickly moving toward the window in an attempt to escape the room before he could change his mind.
Eros's eyes narrowed. "Where do you think you're going?"
Mirabella froze mid-motion, her hand hovering just above the window latch. She blinked and turned to face the king. "Didn't you say I could sleep?" she asked, unsure if her sleepiness had muddled her hearing.
