Shortly after their nightly encounter, the next morning came. Adeline woke up unrested, but ready. She couldn't get the confused expression of Elias out of her mind. When he had touched her face, he was lost.
The King, proud and arrogant, with intelligence that none could compare, was puzzled. She saw it reflect on his sharp and handsome features, spinning with anger and arrogance. Yet, all of his composure was gone.
Why was that?
"Not the pants," Adeline said to her new maids of the day.
Easton had followed her suggestion, but he was changing maids too quickly. She was beginning to forget their names. It would be a better idea to have new maids weekly, so that they had more time to learn of Adeline's nature.
"I'd like to wear this one," Adeline informed the maids whilst pulling out the outfit she had in mind.
