When Aysel stands at my door, almost when I am about to go to bed. She gives me a sheepish look.
“Well, I didn’t want to disturb you at this time but I wanted to confess something,” she says with a nervous chuckle. I raise an eyebrow and lean against the doorframe.
“What that might be?”
“I kind of ruined that dress? I am sorry. I didn’t mean to. I can pay back the amount,” she rushes to explain. I swallow back a laugh. By now, probably everyone in the palace sort of knows that she is exclusively Azriel’s.
“No need. Think of it as a gift. I never wore it because it did not look good on me,” I lie. Her eyes widen. I don’t want Azriel to give me a lecture.
She lets out a sigh of relief.
“Okay then, I won’t bother you anymore. Good night,” she says and speed walks across the corrid
