SHE had been staring at the ceiling of the grand chamber since the moment she woke. It was still too early in the morning, yet she hadn’t had a proper sleep after everything that happened last night. A sudden heat crept into her face and ears as the exact scene replayed in her mind.
"Thalia Psycheberg!" she scolded herself. "I’ve just gone through a divorce, and yet my despicable heart is already feeling something strong. Ahhh… this is nothing like what I felt for the Duke!"
Thalia clutched her hair in frustration, nearly driven mad by the embarrassment from last night. It was the first time she had ever felt someone’s lips on hers. Even in her past life, though she and the Duke had shared physical intimacy as part of their marital duty, they had never kissed. In their tradition, a kiss
