King Jon's POV
I turned on the gas cooker. I've not attempted to cook my entire life. I have tons of maids to cook every type of dish I would ever crave, but here I was trying to make my mother's favorite soup recipe for Sephora.
I felt it again, the urgent need to be by her side, it's been up to three hours and I haven't gone to see how she was doing. She was probably up by now, the healer had said so himself. And then I felt the rising pressure in my loins. I felt guilty because I shouldn't be having such thoughts, not while she was still in a sick bed but I couldn't help it, not after that night.
I looked at the sky. There was no moon and the stars were taking a break for today. But it was a beautiful sight to behold.
Automatically my mind traveled back to Sierra and the ministers.
