Chapter Forty Two

Alston's eyes fluttered awake the next morning, a yawn escaping his lips before finally opening his eyes. He sat on the bed, stretching his arms sideways before a deep sigh escaped his lips. He had slept last night thinking of how and what to do about the Arya issue, about the priestess issue and about all of it now that they know they’re mates. But still he couldn’t come to one decision, he couldn’t come to something he’ll want to do about it.

Getting off the bed, his feet moved towards the bathroom, taking a quick bath before returning and putting some clothes on. His eyes dropped at the sight of his messy wardrobe but he closed it back. He would call a maid to come and handle that, he had no time for this.

A knock interrupted his thoughts, making him glance at the door.

“Come in.” He said before the door opened and Zachariah's head peeped inside.

“Good morning, your highness.” He greeted, lowering his head as a form of respect.

“How is she?” Alston asked immediately.

“She’s fine. I