“The bed is ready for you” the woman said before guiding us through the various closed curtains and coughing patients.
Her black coat is much shorter when she stands, I thought when my attention was drawn to the back of her knee... And her buttcheek -
I impulsively looked at Edgar, who had likewise been following her lead and with my hands still in his palm.
He too had been drawn to her lower part. And it didn't seem like he tries to even hide it.
I felt terrified, not for the princess’ sake, but for mine. He was so focused on the promising backside, that even I, as a girl, could resist not to take a glimpse at it.
Could they have had a secret, and true affair... Unlike ours? No wonder he was able to track her down. He must have mastered her smell... If that even makes sense at all
