Third-person POV
Jella let out a sigh of frustration as she leaned back against her silk pillows, still completely bare, her body glistening from the oils the servants had used on her.
The relaxation she had just been sinking into had been thoroughly ruined by the arrival of the one person she least wanted to see—King Vale.
He wasn't someone that would show up to her room without a valid reason, especially since their marriage wasn't anything like that of a normal couple, and she couldn't even remember the last time they shared a bed.
And that made her all the more irritated because she knew that for him to come all the way here, he would surely say something that would put her in a sore mood.
As the guards outside her bedroom opened the door, she tilted her head slightly, watching as he entered her chamber with a look of obvious disdain. His sharp eyes roamed over her before settling on her face, his expression tightening with barely concealed disgust.
