When they went out of the bathroom, Morielle was only clad in a silk gold robe, while the king was in a white one. The robe was oversized, naturally, as he was the owner of it. She had to roll the sleeves up, but she could not do anything for the hem that almost touched the floor. She saw the amusement in his eyes as he stared at her. He pulled her playfully by the lapel and drew her close to plant a peck on her forehead.
“I have a quick question,” he whispered.
She gasped when she felt his hand lay on her shoulder where she had the scar was. “W-what is it?” she asked breathlessly.
“How did you get this scar? I know this is from a long time ago. Why isn’t it gone? All right, it’s not only one. I’m sorry.” He cupped a hand on her cheek, slightly tipping her face up to meet his gaze.
“I-
