Annabeth followed silently behind Adria, her hand still trembling. She was nervous, beyond nervous even. She had the slightest notion of what was going to happen next but whenever she looked up at Adria's back… her tall back with her long silky hair rolling down her back, right about the curve of her body… whenever she looked up at that woman, she trembled. The scene earlier flashed into her head.
'That touch…' Annabeth thought to herself as her hand lightly touched her chin. 'It was…'
"Told you I was going to talk to you later, didn't I?" Adria chuckled, walking into the hallways, out of the ballroom. "It took a while… I'm sorry."
Annabeth flinched, her head bowing down on reflex. "Nonono, your highness. Don't apologize for that."
"Your highness?" Adria repeated with a light laugh in her voice as she turned around to face Annabeth, "are you sure you like calling me that?"
