Aria hadn’t slept that night. She had brooded, she had cried, and she had vowed never to feel so despondent again. She’d show him she wasn’t a child anymore; she’d make him realize that she was a woman men could desire.
He had said he hadn’t sensed any willingness from her; could she have been more willing? Yes, she wasn’t sure what was happening, she didn’t even know what to do, but surely he could have taught her; he did so very well at teaching her. After all, he was almost natural at it. Couldn’t he have understood that he hadn’t sensed any willingness from her because she truly hadn’t been sure of what she was doing?
It was morning now and the palace was once again alive, yet she felt completely dead inside. Her gaze snapped to the door on hearing it open quietly, and the sharpness
