In His Arms

ELORA

I froze, my heart threatening to burst when the king got up from his bed and walked in my direction, a sudden night breeze bringing the strong smell of alcohol to me.

He’d been drinking?

Oh no.

I couldn’t have come at a worst time.

His eyes had apparently glazed over with sleep because even when he reached me, he kept calling me Erika.

He bent down, scooping me up before I even noticed him move and carried me bridal style onto his bed. It all happened in quick succession that I didn't know when I landed in his bed. He lay down and covered us with his large blanket.

How did I go from tossing on my bed to laying in the king's bed in a few minutes?

"Why do you smell so much like her...?" He mumbled.

He flung his hand across my small body and pulled me closer to him, wrapping his large arms around me as he tucked my back to his front, spooning me.

My heart thumped faster as I imagined how angry he would be when he woke up and realized I was the one in his bed.

His breath fanne