"You don't have to try so hard. In fact, it's better for you if you didn't try so hard," Mikel muttered, his eyes lingering on the woman's slender body, the flexibility of which made him want to do things to her.
Sylvia quickly balanced herself and stood up, rearranging her clothes that had gone astray. Her eyes shot daggers at the person who had disturbed her.
"Why is that, your highness? Do you prefer your women weak?" She asked, her temper flaring up at the man as she remembered where he had just been.
Mikel chuckled at her response and leaned back casually to rest against the window. He didn't seem bothered at all at her little outburst.
"Since when did you become my woman?" He added, his lips quirking upwards.
The girl's face instantly flushed red in embarrassment and she lowered her head to hide it. Her long eyelashes were fluttering furiously.
