"Uh ... you haven't answered my question, why did you ask the servants to move my things from my room?" Emmelyn asked before sipping her wine.
Her hand, which was holding the wine cup and ready to drink, lowered back to the table and she crossed her arms over her chest.
Mars shrugged. "What do you mean by 'your room'? You have no room in this castle. Before, you slept in the servants' quarter with the others."
Emmelyn pursed her lips. "My room is ... uhm, I mean the room where you locked me up yesterday. I thought you gave that room to me. I'm going to give birth to your children ... and you have the heart to send me back to the servants' quarter???"
Mars massaged his forehead. He didn't know if Emmelyn was really naive, or she just pretended not to know that starting today she would share a room with him since they'll... uhm, keep trying to make babies.
He didn't know her enough yet to tell if Emmelyn was naive or pretended not to understand the situation.
