GODFREY'S POV. She walked closer to me, a small mischievous playing on her lips. I took a few steps back, my eyes never leaving her. “My queen,” I stuttered. “I should get going now.”“You need some rest, Godfrey, you might have healed but you still need rest.”“Then I would go rest in my room,” I smiled, as I turned to go but stopped immediately realizing my shirt wasn't on. I turned back to the bed, and there it was, lying on her bed, the queen to the bed, she walked over picking it up. “Please, don't complicate things, I just want to go,” I screamed in my head. “You sure, you don't want her to complicate things?” My wolf asked. Sometimes I wish we had the opportunity to ditch our wolves for just a few minutes, we were never on the same page. “Your shirt,” she smiled, handing the shirt over to me. I forced a smile. “Thank you, my queen,” I bowed, collecting the shirt from her and quickly rushed out of the room, bumping into Joana. “Hey,” she snapped. “Why did you rush out?”
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