KYLER'S POV— 39

I can't tell how embarrassed it was to have my person find me in between Isabelle's thighs. I sigh, realising I ripped her button, but she is smiling instead.

"He must have something urgent to report," I say, and while I help her to button what I have scattered.

"There's nothing left," Isabelle replies, laughing and standing up, adjusting her clothes. "Why don't you go speak with him, I'd finish with breakfast," she urges.

"Alright," I say, dashing through the door Kesem had walked into. There he was on his knees, and I sighed heavily. "I told you if something was..." I paused, staring at Noami, who sneakily walked closer, going on her knees.

"We didn't mean to interrupt, forgive us, Sire!" Noami said, pressing her lips tightly.

"Both of you, get up, I am not mad, Noami, please can you assist Her Majesty in the kitchen, and she also wants to have a word with you," I said, she nodded and got up, Kesem followed behind.

I watched her until she disappeared into the house, "What's wrong?