"Your Grace?!"
Keith went close, his face brought heavy concern for her.
Nathalie's face kept a straight face, but her cheeks heated up at the moment's notice then she started at the empty plate.
'What was that? What is the—' She covered her mouth as she could feel her hands ran cold, shivering, from what happened.
'I never thought Mystique and Keith would have these kinds of interactions. There were such… Though that memory was perhaps the first time they did it together—so rough, so passionate—'
For a while, she was petrified from what happened to the occasion, ended covering her mouth as she stared in disbelief.
At this point the things she didn't know made it feel like she was no different from a reader that awaited the unexpected.
Another round of redness flushed her cheeks from the sudden flash of memory with him. Her lips parted when she thought of the reason, but for most part of it she couldn't believe that one fact.
In the same place.
At the same time.
