Ember Recognising The Unique Scent

Ember wanted to stand, but her legs refused to cooperate and she could only sit awkwardly near the edge of the pool. The water reached just below her shoulders, making her look like a blooming water lily as her dress's long skirt pooled around her over the water surface. On the other hand, the King also remained seated in the central part of the pool. The water covered the middle of Draven's chest where one could see the head of a dragon tattoo over his heart.

Two startled people wordlessly faced each other, but this strange standoff didn't last long. 

Draven's red eyes were incomparably chilly, filled with annoyance at the awkward situation—no, this unimaginably absurd situation. Seeing her dripping wet appearance together with those huge bewildered eyes was a dangerous combination when he's already struggling to maintain resistance against the pull he was feeling towards her.

Ember tried to get up. "Your Majesty, I apologize. I didn't mean to disturb—-aah!"