Rhea POV
The moment I spotted two of Vivienne’s personal maids—Maris and another girl named Elira—standing in the sitting area of Dorian’s chambers, I already had an idea of what had happened last night.
I froze. My chest squeezed as Vivienne stepped out directly from Dorian’s bedroom, her hair a mess, her silk robe hanging half-open. She looked… disheveled. Almost satisfied. The girls behind me giggled, and for some reason, I couldn’t stop my heart from aching as my mind replayed every possible thing they might have done in there.
I must’ve been staring too long, because the moment she walked by, her maids quickly lowered their heads—but I didn’t. I was still staring, frozen, caught like prey in her presence.
Her steps faltered. Her brows pulled together. Only then did I snap out of i
