Elara shifts back, not from fear but in order to control her hormones from taking charge.
She nonchalantly takes off her earring before heading to the bathroom. After a while she emerged from the bathroom dressed in a weird fit.
The king is comfortably in the bed with his heavy royal clothing and mask off.
Although the room is too dark to make out anything. The moonlight is the only source of brightness in the room.
But that didn't stop the king from taking note of her disruptive clothing. She wore what looks to be trousers but softer.
And for the top, she wore a vest that looks to be made for the ladies. This baffled the king profusely.
He's never seen even the Queen wear such a weird night gown. His attention snaps to Elara's long legs.
He might've found his own obsession.
"What are you wearing?" He grumbles. But Elara ignored him and head to the bed.
She picks up her pillow and drags the duvet that was covering the king. Without a new word she walks over to the couch.
