"You probably should stop drinking now," Rayven told him.
No, he shouldn't. It felt like the wine wasn't helping him relax. He was still tense. Her scent still lingered and he could hear her chatter and chuckle from upstairs. He had tried to find excuses to leave but Rayven would know it was only just that. Everything in the world could wait for the moment unless there was war knocking on their door. And there wasn't. It would be foolish to hope so only to escape a woman.
Angelica's female servant began to serve the table and her servant husband came to help for a while. She scolded him about something and he gave her a pleading look. Poor men. So this is how they became with women. Completely helpless and at their mercy.
