TIARA THORNELLS
I was just about to fall asleep, fatigue suddenly washing over me, but I fought the drowsiness. I still wanted to take a bath. Prince Zatan was the one who gently slipped my night robe back onto me, having already decided that we would bathe together in the tub.
“Can you stand?” he asked softly, now standing in front of me as I sat at the edge of the bed.
I looked up at him and gave a small smile. “Yes... I can.” Slowly, I rose to my feet. At first, I didn’t feel much, aside from the lingering heaviness in my hips and thighs. But as soon as I took a step, a sharp pain pulsed through me, radiating from deep within, and I winced, sitting back down.
“S-Sorry... I guess I can’t...” I said, followed by a faint, embarrassed chuckle.
Prince Zatan didn’t reply. Without hesitat
