The night had grown old, and lady Sophia sat up in bed, her eyes staring off to nothing in particular. She found she could not get Prince Alexander's words out of het mind, even now that he had excuse himself to take a bath.
She gave a small sigh. Did he know she had, with the deepest, most unconscious parts of her started to crave his attention too? To the extent that, if she let herself admit it, she knew she had been jealous of that servant who had helped adjust his hair like that.
She closed her eyes and gave a small sigh. What was he doing to her?
Suddenly, the door opened, and prince Alexander walked in. He was only slightly dry, with a robe wrapped around him and tied at the waist. She is swallowed, her cheeks immediately reddening.
"You are still awake," he said, walking past t
