When Rache woke the next morning, Donncahd was already gone. As he should have been. The prince didn't sleep in. He had better things to do.
And she...
Well.
She wasn't quite ready to get up yet.
Not when her cheeks still felt warm and the memory of him looming over her like that was too fresh, too vivid.
The whole thing was....
Unfair.
It wasn't as if it were anything more than him teasing her, really. And it wasn't even the first time he'd done it.
But it was the worst time. The one time she felt...
She didn't know. Something. Some way that she didn't like.
She covered her face with her hands, as if that would hide her from her own thoughts.
This wasn't how a doomed princess was meant to feel about her villain husband. She shouldn't be...
She shouldn't be reacting like this to him at all!
But what could she even say about it? There was no one to talk to about it. It's not like Fiadh would understand why it was so troubling.
