There was a skip in Kyra’s steps. She liked wearing her servant’s dress not because it was more comfortable or because she fell into a mindset which dictated she wore “women’s” clothing. She liked wearing her clothes because she liked feeling like herself.
She walked with a distinct determination. She anxiously awaited the arrival of the Winter Festival all year. She could finally be herself. She was able to spend the entire week with Stefan, something she very much looked forward to.
A pang of guilt struck Kyra, momentarily disorienting her. She knew Arran Anson fancied her. He had begun writing to her every few days, a habit Kyra found she did not hate. She liked the attention he gave her, liked that he was so relentless in his pursuit of her. She liked feeling wanted and desired. And
