"..."
In front of Sylvester's serious gaze, devoid of any lust, Lady Bethany felt slightly ashamed of her theatrics, prompting her to stand firmly upright.
"Hah, I was merely teasing you, Your Grace. I believe you are the only man who would not pounce on me in such attire. Your commitment to duty and faith is something Bards sing of, and I would have been utterly disappointed if they were wrong." She spoke and unceremoniously walked over to sit on the bed, not even bothering to keep her attire modestly covering her body.
'Why are all these powerful women so carefree with their modesty? First Aurora, and now this.' Sylvester wondered, as he had not seen any man do anything similar. 'Is it the sense of freedom that comes with power?'
"Many women have tried much worse in the past, my lady," Sylvester turned his chair around to face her.
Lady Bethany's eyes shone. "Oh, who was it? Any high nobles?"
