The next morning, Alios woke her up bright and early and sent a servant to invite her to breakfast just as he had in the beginning.
In her bedroom, Seraphina stood in the mirror for an extended period of time, running her hands over her hair and patting the skirt of her borrowed dress. Whenever she looked at her reflection, Alios’s words came rushing back at her, the dark words echoing inside her ears. Was that what he thought of when he saw her? Was that all he thought of when he saw her?
Seraphina was unused to being considered a s****l being. It wasn’t that the princess was stupid or painfully naive. She knew what s*x was, and she was aware that people looked at her with lustful ideas, but it had always seemed like an abstract concept to her. s*x and lust were things that happened
