AYLA
“Thank you, Tara,” I said, as the robe she placed on my body melted into my skin. I looked at myself in the mirror, and felt riveting.
“Why did you choose this, Tara?” I asked her, and her face flushed. She, and the other maid beside her shared a look.
“I think it's important you go to bed, looking as beautiful as you feel,” she said, and I looked at her confused.
“I'm not sure I understand what you mean,” I said to him.
“With his highness, of course,” she said, and this time it was me who looked flushed.
“Like always it's good seeing you, Tara,” I said, and she nodded.
“You as well, my lady,” she said, and walked out of my bedroom, and out of the chamber with the other maid.
I exhaled heavily, contemplating on what I should do. Slade had asked me to come to his chambers today.
But I don't think I have it in me. I want to be angry at him, for taking me to a place he has been with other women.
But another part of me just wanted to hold him, to feel him surround me with that huge
