Amon remained silent for a while. Then he extended his right hand toward her.
Celestia held his hand in her fair, smooth hand. Her touch was warm and soft. It felt devine.
'How can she have such soft hands? She clearly uses a sword, yet there's no calluses at all.' Amon thought with amusement.
But then he saw her breathtaking face.
Amon blushed, his cheeks turning pink.
He turned his face to the other side.
Celestia, who had just held his hand, noticed his strange behavior.
She looked confused.
"What happened, boy?" she asked.
Amon glanced at her. "Well… is this the reason… why you asked me to lock the door… isn't this too fast. Your Majesty, we met just yesterday —"
Before he could finish, her grip on his hand tightened.
"Ouch!" he yelled.
Celestia kept looking at Amon with a smile. But her eyes, terrifying.
Amon gulped visibly.
'Shit! Am I cooked?' He felt fear again.
