Athalia sat on the bed, rubbing her fingers nervously whilst staring at the door.
Her heart was beating fast.
She looked down at her hands, pulling them near her nose and down. The floral scent was still fresh and clean.
She gulped.
Why was the prince making her apply a cursed flower oil? Why was the flower cursed in the first place? No wonder it was able to bloom so well despite the environmental conditions.
But why was he making her apply it!? She grimaced in fear, pulling up her sleeves to look down at her arm.
Was it some sort of forbidden spices dragons used on prey? Was it to tenderise her meat? Was it to slowly kill her and flavour her skin?
She shrieked, hugging her skin.
TAP! TAP!
She snapped her eyes to the window.
TAP! TAP!
Her eyes widened. She pushed herself off
