She stared at the man iner face. The adoration was gone, replaced by the cold, calculating look of a royal negotiating a trade deal.
"Fine. heart, my body, and my soul belong to Arthur. And only Arthur."
'I haven't even proposed to him yet! Once I cure his blindness, once he sees my face again... that will be my gift. Then I'll ask him to marry me. It has to be perfect.'
Kaizen didn't answer immediately. Instead, he reached out and grabbed her hand. Before she could pull away, he spun her around in a slow, deliberate pirouette.
"W-What are you—?"
He walked around her in a slow circle, eyes scanning her up and down like a customer inspecting a used car for scratches.
He looked at the thin fabric of her pajama bottoms, the way the t-shirt clung to her waist, the curve of her hips. It wasn't a look of admiration.
It was the look of a wolf deciding which part of the sheep to bite first.
Seraphina felt a wave of nausea.
