Phoebe's POV
They had countless tasks ahead with zero time for delays, making their swift departure essential.
"Quit gawking like that—it's unseemly," Dominic cautioned her. That yearning expression was all too familiar to him.
"Forgive me, I never intended..." Patricia instantly dropped her gaze, looking away from the king's back. She returned a short while later to swap out the meal, but when she entered, I was still asleep, though someone had already dressed me in my nightgown. It seemed Perry had taken care of that.
Some time passed before I finally began to wake. Patricia rushed to my side, helping me sit upright.
"Are you alright, my queen?" Patricia fluffed the pillows behind me before offering a glass of water.
"I'm fine," I responded glumly, my body still aching from everything Perry had done throughout the night. He hadn't stopped until sunrise painted the horizon. "Where's the king?"
"I'm not certain, but I believe he's meeting with the gamma again."
