Sitting in the room, with the ambience of Clara's snoring, Nikolai leaned on the table and watched Princess Zara, whose face became increasingly charming in the flicker of a torch flame.
He didn't know what she wanted to say exactly, but the darkness and mood from earlier vanished. And surprising him the most were the delicate hands holding his. With one hand, she intertwined their fingers, then the other hand stroked the back of it.
'Having four arms seems quite interesting.'
'How would it feel if she used them all for a...'
Nikolai didn't spend long thinking about the positions and fun a woman with so many hands could be; instead, after noticing her recovery, he flicked his head towards the door.
"Shall we go greet your aunt then?"
"Mm, thanks..."
She paused for a moment, looking at Nikolai with searching eyes.
"Thanks for waiting."
"Don't mention it, come on. Otherwise, that little fairy will wake up and want to join us."
