Getting the wrong idea

The next morning, the sunlight slinked into the spacious room which belongs to the king and settled its rays on the naked body of the young woman who was snoozing softly on the king's bed.

Abruptly, Eleanor fluttered her eyes open but her eyelids were still heavy, she deeply sighed as she turns her face to the other side of the room so that the sun won't continuously keep shoving on her face.

"It's morning already," Eleanor mumbled, she was now struggling to sit on her butt with her hands itching her eyes.

At that moment, the memories of last night were now dawning on her and a low gasp escaped from her lips.

"The king!" She called, her eyes now staring across the room in search of him, however, she didn't see him.

"Where could he be?" She thought in her mind. Then, drifting out of bed. "I think he's gone out!" She said.

Hence, she hurried to the bathroom, took her quick bath, and stepped out after a few minutes.

She hastily wore her clothes and packed her hair properly before