Chapter 62 Tending To His Wounds

• Emery clenched her fists, giving her the strength to speak before anything else awkward could happen.
• “Y-Your Majesty,” she stuttered in a low tone of voice, “we should c-continue with the inspection.”
• Seeing her burning red cheeks was rather satisfying for the king so he stopped and flashed a smile. He thought that she was a person who could not react like a normal lady in situations like that but he was glad he was wrong.