"Hot..."
The brief clarity from Kiara's slap had already been swallowed by the drug's haze.
"It hurts..."
Her hands fumbled weakly at her clothes, tugging at them in restless discomfort.
"Nolan..."
Luna narrowed her eyes, gazing down at her daughter with an icy stare that could freeze hell over.
Had it not been for Easton's arrival—prompting her to dismiss the attendants beforehand—Kiara's current state would have been witnessed by prying eyes.
Who knew what kind of rumors would have sprouted then?
Having a daughter like this was nothing short of a profound disappointment.
Of course, Nolan was another source of her displeasure.
She needed to ascend the throne as soon as possible to fully bring the Nolan family under her control.
Easton watched Kiara's increasingly erratic behavior with a pang of sympathy.
"Your Highness, perhaps we should summon the royal physician for Kiara first?"
The chill in Luna's voice was almost palpable.
