Zafir still looked so alarmed even when the sage had gone. He stared at her without saying a word for a while. He looked like he had so much he wanted to say but couldn't. She didn't dare say a word since he looked furious. He took a deep breath before finally speaking.
"My lady, please don't randomly hug a man. You are a grown lady now. And please don't let a man into your room," he scolded Stella.
"I'm sorry," was all she could say as she got scolded by Zafir for the first time ever. She felt like she committed something so bad for him to look at her like that. He was silent for a few seconds again before finally speaking.
"Do you fancy him, my lady?" he asked with a worried and forlorn look.
Stella was wide-eyed that he would think that way. The sage was so much older than her. And he was too high up the ladder for anyone to reach. She was awed by the sage but she didn't fancy him in a romantic way.
