Valen collapsed to the floorboards asleep and I gave him a curious stare before I sighed and walked over moving him to his back.
King's and alcohol are never a good mix, no matter the King.
I walked to the door and locked it, changing into a nightgown and then walking over to the soaked Valen, snoring lightly.
"Valen, you're going to hurt your neck. Wouldn't you prefer to be in bed?" I asked softly, not demanding him in case he gets angry.
Laughing lightly, I ran my hand through his hair and admired him for a moment. My husband, what an odd things to say.
Almost as weird as Queen Jane.
Eventually Valen rose to his feet and ran to the bathroom hurling in the toilet. I gave him his space and let him keep his honor by not seeing him weak or ill.
He came out later dressed in a pair of c
