Thorn opened the door to see Elora dressed in a long black robe. He stared at her, eyes gleaming with desire and a faint smile on his lips.
"Your Majesty, you're here. Come in." Thorn says as he makes way for her to go in.
Elora glanced at his damp hair and the towel tied to his waist and knew he just had his bath as well.
Entering inside, her guards remained outside, guarding the door.
Elora sat on the bed, her gaze drifting around his new chambers. She gave a small nod of approval at the spacious, well-ventilated room.
Her gaze landed on the flower pot by the window. "Your Majesty, I brought some flower seeds from home. I plan on growing them here," Thorn said.
She swirled the wine in her glass, inhaling the rich, nutty floral aroma with an intoxicated expression.
Elora opened her eyes to find Thorn sitting closer to her, their skin almost touching.
