Prince Alexander sat alone in the chamber, his eyes closed. His lips parted a little. He did not like how he felt rather bothered about just one thing, Sophia.
Everything about her bothered him. Her safety, her words, her inability to return home, her sister's death. Strangely, he has started feeling somewhat bothered about sharing the same chambers.
He let out a small sigh, then turned to the mirror. He only saw a reflection of himself back then, but now...
He saw the man she described. And it made him smile. He has never smiled at his own reflection.
He sighed again, dropping his eyes from the mirror. His mind treacherously brought back memories of her hands slowly massaging him to a barely tame version of himself. He wondered why she had even done that, why she could have thought of
