“To know that you do not know is the best. To think you know when you do not is a disease. Recognising this disease as a disease is to be free of it.”
After what felt like hours of silent shock, Katerina had laid in her bed wide awake until the sunrise. She still could not form coherent words about what had happened a few hours back, or her body's reaction to it.
While her blood boiled at how bold her personal guard acted, the sensitive spot in between her legs throbbed. She was torn between hating it and loving it. Her conscience was silent for once, leaving her to the internal struggle.
Katerina could not deny how much she wanted him, and he could no longer pretend to be ignorant. It was clear, he wanted her as bad as she wanted him.
She walked down the aisle leading her to the court
