Ember
Sitting in the armchair Sadie had helped me into, I watched as she and two maids flitter about the room, changing the bedding that reeked of s*x and placing the dishes from our meal onto a cart. In no time, the scent of s*x and sweat disappears, and the room feels fresher.
“So, how does it feel being f****d so hard you need a wheelchair?” Selane asks from the side of the room, where she leans against the wall.
“I don’t need a wheelchair,” I state, rolling my eyes as a blush heats up my face. Selane just laughs.
True to his word, Zaid had linked Sadie and Selane, telling my two friends to come and stay with me while he went about royal business. He’d also asked that they bring us a change of clothes, since ours from the ball were left in tattered shreds. I’d been mad when I saw th
