Mirabella stood with her back pressed against the door, contemplating whether she should enter the room or bolt. The thought of spending a night in one of the bushes in the palace garden seemed far less daunting than spending time in the king's presence.
Just as she was about to leave, the door swung open from inside, and, leaning against it, she stumbled and fell backward.
Before her bottom could hit the floor, steady hands caught her mid-fall and pulled her inside the room before shutting the door with a thud.
Eros chuckled at the clumsy sparrow and helped her stand upright before returning to his position on the bed. Mirabella frowned, glancing back at the king.
"My Majesty, this is my room," she stated bluntly.
"I know," Eros replied simply.
"Then what is his majesty doing in my room?" she asked, her eyes filled with accusation.
