Chapter 68

Jasper

I barely caught a few hours of sleep before sending Celia away. It had been too hard to not drag her to bed and make her sweet moans reach my ears again.

But I could see that she was still reeling from the effects of the last night. I did not want to be a barbarian and just tear her clothes whenever I saw her.

Though, it was getting harder to stay away from her than I had thought. I had sent her away, not because she was looking at me with those hopeful eyes but because I wanted to get a grip on myself.

There was a knock on the door while I lay tangled in the sheets. I groaned, not wanting to go back to the courtiers and their meetings.

I hated politics and political discussions of how people would be unwaveringly loyal to the crown or the princes when the only thing they were loyal to was their own wretched self interests.

Thus, I got up groggily from my bed and muttered, “What is it?”

One of the servants slowly opened the door as I got up from my bed. He was shivering and did