Rhys’ POV
“Mate !” The Dragon King croaked hoarsely in the middle of the night, as if he had cried himself to sleep. His hands were still on my bed while he lurched forward in his chair to support his head over his hands. Looked like no one could win over the obstinate man to rest in his comfortable suite. Oh, Goddess !
“Your Highness !!” I croaked back, my throat parched and aching. Tears welled up in my eyes and felt every pain point where a needle might have been poked in my body. My left hand, in particular, burned and stung like hell.
He quickly brought a glass of water with a straw in it. The simple act of finding a straw, that too in an infirmary, melted my heart. However, I couldn’t help but feel guilty about my love for Nox.
He gently lifted me head and held the glass as long
