Sam didn't hug me back, nor did he push me away. He just stood there like a statue until the maids arrived. Sam and Fabian proceeded with their plan while the maids bathe me and prepared me for my wedding night.
However, what the…
"You want me to wear… that?" I barely managed to speak after a long silence, as my nightdress was shockingly revealing.
Although I had nothing to hide from Sam anymore, imagining myself wearing something that could purposely incite his… hunger felt embarrassing. The heat of my face just looking at it while the maid held it up kept increasing.
"Your Highness, it's your wedding night! Of course, you must wear it." The maid encouraged excitedly.
"Lena," I sighed as I pinched the bridge of my nose. "Can you bring me something like my old nightdress? I don't think my human morals can bear wearing that."
"But, your highness," she frowned, looking so dejected by my request.
