Chapter Twenty-Two

Eleanor’s eyes cracked open at the break of dawn and was alarmed when she slowly grasped she was in her bedroom and could not remember how she got back upstairs last night. The last memory she had was of Drakken doing heavenly things to her body with such intent adoration.

The man surely had skills.

Then, she frowned at the memory.

She regretted allowing him touch her that way. She had been too lost in the moment to form a complete sentence, let alone think straight. And the worst part was that she wanted him to do it again. Touch her in the places that awoke things in her she did not know existed.

She sighed ruefully. These feelings would eventually be the end of her.

She left the bed to prepare and resume work in the garden, showered, and was combing her hair when Evie made an entrance.

"I bring news," the maid announced as Eleanor tore her gaze away from the mirror to glance at her.

"Is it good or bad?"

"It depends on how you look at it," she said with a genuine smile. "The King