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Princess Yeri.

The moment I open my eyes, I remember who I am lying with before I even see him. After last night, he fell atop of me. We stayed together to control our breathing and I was tired, I was exhausted that I closed my eyes, not knowing that I would fall asleep in his arms. Regardless, I didn’t wake up by myself—it was by the accord of an attendant of the dowager who tapped me on the bed, whispering that I left to wash up. I didn’t look to my side to see if the King was asleep or not.

I rise from my side of the bed, covered in the bed sheets because the king completely tore my dress to shards.

"Good morning, consort Yeri. I have brought a robe for you." She says and I accept it. The garment is of fine silk, soft and warm against my skin. The color is in burgundy, rich and regal, embroidered with delicate gold threads. I slip the robe over my shoulders and the attendant gently adjusts it for me, ensuring it fits properly.

I place my leg on the floor to get up when I hear someo