Astrea didn't know what she expected from him. Did she really think a rogue would leave a naked woman alone in the bathroom? She knew better than that. And he… he knew exactly what he was doing, waltzing in here shirtless and covered in his stupid tattoos, knowing that she would have to look at him one way or another. She glanced at the king and found him staring shamelessly, eyes greedily devouring every inch of her exposed wet skin.
"How dare you?" She demanded, her whole body shaking from anger.
"It's my space," Fenrir replied calmly and strolled inside.
"So?" She arched her brow.
"So, I want a bath too."
"Wait for your turn then!" The Dragonfly was appalled.
"It's the desert, Astrea. "Water supplies are limited, and we have to economise the little we've got."
"Isn't the point of
