Heartfelt Confession

He reached his chamber and strode to his royal bedroom. The captain of guards was in-charge outside his room’s door. The captain sensed his presence and stomped his foot before quickly opening the door. He stepped in the lounge of the room that was adjourned to the actual bedroom before the king could pass the doorpost. He was about to jog to the bedroom door when the king stopped him and asked him to leave. He gracefully nodded his head and left on his command.

Zebian walked to the door and opened it himself. Instantly, the warmth of the room welcomed them as a fireplace was already set up there. Zebian shut the door with a kick and stalked closer to the bed. He carefully placed her on the mattress and unwrapped the robe, replacing it with the velvety duvet that was warmer than the cape.

Once he made sure he had tugged her rightly, he took to his feet and lit the scented candles, rose specifically. In fact, his room had been reeking of roses since forever. Some may call it his obse