As I suspected, Prince Joseph is sound asleep. Asshole. I gently lower myself to lie on my stomach and stay that way for a bit. I feel disgusting.
I suddenly remember that Hazel is waiting for me, so I try to stand to leave. Everything hurts, though. My gown is destroyed, and all my clothes are in my room. I’m sure Hazel has something for me, but I don’t want to be here. I grab my mate’s dirty shirt and pull it on.
As promised, Hazel is down the hall. She smiles as she turns to me, but her face falls when she sees me. “Let’s go to your room, yeah?”
I nod and sniffle, letting her help me down the hall. It hurts to walk. It hurts to move. He was so rough, and while my mother warned me it could hurt, I don’t think this is what she meant.
Once in my room, I go to sit, but Hazel
