After closing her room's door, Sylvia panted, her heart and her mind in disarray once again.
The clarity and the calmness that she had just now earned by running for miles, all evaporated into nothingness at the mere sight of the man and his few words that she hadn't even heard properly.
Sylvia stepped out of her soaking wet clothes, wondering what was happening to her.
She couldn't place the blame on the wine anymore because that would have definitely gotten out of her system by now.
Was it the mana? Was this simply her body adjusting to the new influx of energy? That was the only other possibility that she could think of.
As Sylvia tried to sort out the things in her head, she quickly took another cold water bath and stepped out bravely to meet the Prince.
It was not like she could hide away in her room forever and there were things to be discussed about their future plans, more specifically, her freedom from the man.
