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"Don't tell me you're actually considering it?" Becca asked, her soft voice dripping with dread as she prepared my attire brought in by some attendants.
May and Becca, already dressed in soft peach gowns that bore a similar resemblance to the beautiful attire of the Draconians, lingered in my chamber. May paced about and Saffire sat at the edge of my bed, her lips in a slightly fixed pout as she watched Becca work.
I had only gone quiet after they had spoken and to be honest, I actually was considering Saffire's suggestion, but I feared hesitating. Whenever I hesitate about so many things, I end up not fulfilling them. Either with saving everyone or even bedding… Would that really be a good idea?
Come to even think of it, how old was he?
A wry smile worked its way to my lips. Look at me. There was a time I was so resolute to work in a brothel for father's sake, but I couldn't even bear to do this with one person.
