The sun starts to conquer the dim sky when my shift ends. The Canis Home’s employees’ quarter is where I spend the rest of my hours. All of the employees here are women and that’s less to worry about in a foreign place like this.
I’m sleeping… lying, actually, on one of the quarter’s uncomfortably hard mattresses that carpets the two platforms on either side of the space in a linear fashion. It's been two hours since Prince Giannis left, but his scent still lingers in my nostrils and his piercing gaze still tingles my skin. It's not only him that can’t make me sleep. His gold coins and the Bride Selection thing don’t either. Carrying a lot of money while sleeping in a room of strangers is so confining. Thinking about what I should expect and should not expect from the ceremony is so drain
