Princess Eleanor stood there in a daze. She held the jacket that was still on her body tightly.
Princess Eleanor was struggling. She wanted to tell Sir Kit that she was fine now. The cut was never too deep and now she was feeling much better. Her leg did not even hurt when she walked but the man did not give her any time to react.
'Am I the only one affected?' Princess Eleanor thought. Her hands moved over her lips as she touched them softly. 'Is Sir Kit used to such things?'
It was not unnatural for knights to have a few affairs here and there. Princess Eleanor was aware of it but when she thought about the man who always wore a mask in front of her doing the things that they did with others, it left a bad taste in her mouth.
'What am I thinking?' Princess Eleanor shook her head in annoyance, 'We did not even kiss. Our lips brushed against each other. Nothing more. Sir Kit might not even think about this any further.'
