Chapter 70

Royal's POV

"What is going on with me?” I murmured to myself, my voice barely audible in the steamy bathroom.

Confusion gnawed at my insides, an unrelenting itch that refused to be scratched. I took a moment to steady myself, resting my hand against the cool surface of the wall.

I moved forward, my steps echoing softly against the wooden floor. As I entered my bedroom, a wave of exhaustion washed over me, prompting me to sit on the edge of my bed. I sank into the softness of the mattress, allowing its comforting embrace to soothe my weary body.

Gazing around the room, I took in the familiar sights— the neatly arranged books on the shelves, and the faint scent of lavender that lingered in the air. I closed my eyes, savoring the tranquility that enveloped me.

After a few moments of respite, I pushed myself off the bed and walked towards the closet. The wooden doors creaked open, revealing an array of carefully chosen outfits.

"Wow. Rico outdid himself here," I commented as my gaze swep