The Wicked Wolf had already left the room by the time I woke up the next day. When I reached over to his side, it was cold and empty.
I tried not to let it bother me, but every time my thoughts drift, I remember him walking into the room with no clothes and looking tired and disheveled. Try as I must to convince myself it is alright, and I don’t care what he does, it didn’t sit well with me.
Just as I think I’m going crazy, there is a knock on the door and a quiet; “Are you awake my Queen? I’m coming in.”
The same woman from yesterday entered the room with her usual sweeping bow. I sit up, slightly groggy from my long sleep and give her a tight smile that she can’t see from her position. “Good morning.”
“Good morning, ma’am. I have brought breakfast.” She waved her hand towards the
