Claire's POV
And so, disregarding the presence of the servants in the castle, Louis carried me all the way to the bedroom. Upon entering the bedroom, Louis tossed me onto the soft king-sized bed.
Soon, the rustling sound of clothing could be heard by the bedside.
"Hey, Louis, I think we need to talk, you—"
Louis's voice came from the wardrobe, "Let me finish the most important thing first, Claire."
"What's the most important thing?"
Blushing, I sat up from the comfortable bed, ignoring the soreness in my body.
At that moment, Louis emerged from the wardrobe with a first aid kit in hand, and our eyes met.
"Of course, it's to take care of your wounds, Claire."
Louis raised the first aid kit in his hand, his lips curving into a meaningful smile. "What else did you think it was, hmm?"
