Elora carried the sleeping Thron through the quiet hallway and headed toward his chamber. When she reached the door, she wanted to go through it as usual, but paused, remembering the loud sound would wake him. With those thoughts, she teleported into his room—still not learning to use the door like a normal person.
She gently laid him down, covered him with the bedcovers, and slipped out of the room. Thorn's heavy eyes opened, and he glanced at her as she left, before they drifted shut from exhaustion.
He mentally planned to strengthen his body so he wouldn't embarrass himself a second time, a hopeful dream. He came to realize that no matter how strong his body became, he was no match for Elora.
Elora teleported back to her room. "Nalia, come in," she called out as she changed into her comfortable nightgown. Naila, who was leaning against the door, straightened up and entered to find the queen seated close to the window.
