Mira rested her head against Kai's bare chest. Her breathing was finally steady and calm.
The stress that normally pinched her face was gone, replaced by a soft, relaxed flush.
He stroked her bare shoulder slowly, enjoying the quiet moment of victory.
Mira sighed and sat up.
She pulled a thin silk sheet over her chest and walked toward the tall glass window.
The window overlooked the grand ballroom on the ground floor.
Kai watched her from the bed. He expected her to smile or make a clever comment about the oblivious nobles.
Instead, her entire posture changed.
Her shoulders went rigid.
The relaxed, satisfied woman vanished in a single second.
The stressed, paranoid court advisor returned.
"What's wrong?" Kai asked. He tossed the blankets aside and stood up.
"The main event," Mira whispered, her voice tight with sudden anxiety.
"The Duke just brought out his guest of honour."
Kai grabbed his dark trousers from the chair.
