She shouldn't be here. No, not in front of the bedroom of the person who was about to duel with her fiance.
There's no reason for her to be here, not in front of the chambers of the person who hurt her so much once before. It makes absolutely no sense that she wants to confront him, ask him why he did what he just did earlier today.
She stood motionless as she debated with herself what to do. Just before her good nature and common sense can take over, the door opened revealing a pink-haired handsome god who has obviously just taken a shower.
She gulped as she froze right where she is. His golden eyes bored through her soul as he studied her.
"Come inside," he asked, no he instructed her. She may be a real damned fool for she nodded her head as she stepped inside.
Paris walked towards his bedside table and poured both of them a drink. "Wine," he offered.
