What is a good way to tell someone that you were once a Dark Witch reincarnated into the body of Seraphine Storm to a prince that already has a bad perception of you and has been nothing but a rude asshole to you?
None. There was no way to tell it.
So, Seraphine just kept her mouth shut.
Rowan seemed annoyed for her silence for he inserted a needle to her skin without warning, causing her to grunt in pain. She flipped her face slightly to show her angry face, letting him know that she did not appreciate the harsh treatment.
"Sorry," Rowan mumbled, "I thought you were ready."
"You said you've done this before," she continued, "But apparently your brute hands only know how to spar."
"Ha!" Rowan scoffed while inserting another needle to her skin, "Relax, wife. It'll all be much easier
