Zheng sat on his wheelchair at his desk, fiddling with a book. He was ready to rest, seeing how his hair had been put down.
The smell of musk had spread in the room. The Prince gave me a smile as I stepped in, but his face fell as the doors closed.
"Why are you dressed like -" He broke off, turning his head away.
The white robes that Matron Ji and Qin had dressed me in did nothing against the cold, so I was thankful for the warmth from the heating plate by the doors. I was sure that under the brighter lights of the main hall, the material revealed my skin.
"You don't even have shoes on!" He squeezed his eyes shut, as though he couldn't believe what he was seeing.
Seeing him flustered, looking at a complete loss of what to do, a bubble of amusement rose up in my chest. Covering my mouth, I tried to stifle a giggle.
I failed.
I laughed into my palm, turning away from him in case he might be offended.
