#Chapter 8: Into The Depths

When I wake up again, Tristan is standing over me. I gasp, reaching for blankets to cover my naked body, only to find that a sheet has already been draped over me. I don’t hope to think King Caleb has done something like this. Perhaps Tristan has. Although, with the way he’s staring at me with a bored, annoyed expression, that seems equally unlikely. “Get dressed. You have five minutes,” he says. “I need a shower.” “Five minutes.” He turns toward the door. “I don’t have any clothes.” “In the wardrobe,” he says and steps out into the hallway. Not wasting time, I hop out of the bed and run to the bathroom. There, I take the quickest, coldest shower of my life. I grab the first dress I see in the wardrobe – a plain white sundress with small pink flower print – and pull it on. In the drawers are a collection of bras and panties. They are all my size. I don’t know how that’s possible. How long have I been asleep? No matter, dressed, I kick on my shoes and walk to the do