Draven's Self Talk

Draven returned to his chamber, but even after going back to his bed, sleeping was out of the question— his mate had thoroughly stirred up his mind and his body, giving him a hard time trying to suppress his urges to do things with her. 

He pushed aside the blacket and got out of the bed barefoot. The restless king started to pace back and forth inside his chamber while frowning and sighing in frustration. 

'I need to stay away from her. I need to shift her somewhere else,' was his main line of thought, but it continued to move on to an unexpected worry. 'But if she continues to behave carelessly like today, how will I learn her situation in time if she is not nearby? The worry will probably drive me crazy.'

Draven lightly massaged his temples.

'Fine, I will let her continue staying in the palace, but I must avoid meeting her. I can't afford to be affected by her like this, or I don't know what I will do. I might end up hurting her.'