Rion
I watched the Crimson Princess slip behind the bathroom door and hurried behind it into the tub before quickly pulling the curtains to the side. The sound of the metal rings echoed and soon after, I heard the rustle of her maneuvering out of her dress.
She quickly tossed it outside the curtain and it landed on the ground where I could see it. The sight of the tattered garment left me feeling a little dirty, as it kindled a warm spark in me that I tried to push down. I tried not to be nosy or curious, but something in me insisted I pay attention.
My wolf demanded it.
I needed to focus. The journey ahead would be arduous, long, and I’d have to deal with her uppity attitude the whole way. No doubt she’d spend the entire time complaining that she wasn’t bathing in essential oils or getting gourmet food on the hour from her poor servants.
