Battle of the Grand Knights

Yllana's eye twitched as she stared at the man standing at the foot of her bed. She glared at him. "Vo…ron…we," she emphasized each syllable with strength as she clutched to the sheets on her bed. 

"Your Majesty, good morning." He smiled like it was nothing of the ordinary to see a man inside your bedroom before the break of dawn. 

Yllana felt her head ache. What was this guy really planning? She had been trying to figure it out since last night. "What is good in the morning?"

Voronwe could almost see the fumes coming out of Yllana's nostrils. But still…he smiled. "You are beautiful in the morning. It seems Her Majesty forgot what happened last night. I'm more than willing to demonstrate what you forgot." He walked to the side of the bed. 

She remembered that she asked him to remove the ring. And then what?