Rosina twisted and rolled her body to the other side of the bed. She has been in Drago's residence for three days. All she did was sleep, eat, wake, and stare into space before returning to slumber again.
Rosina tried helping around the residence, but the servants didn't let her since she'll be the future wife of a Prince.
"I'm bored," Rosina muttered and sat up. She wanted to scream in frustration, but she couldn't. She slid her hand toward her stomach up to her private area, giving it a soft massage while her other hand scratched her throat. "And I'm thirsty."
Rosina wasn't thirsty for water but for blood and pleasure. She walked toward the vast window and looked outside to see some servants maintaining the plants.
"I need to get out of here and have some fun," Rosina muttered and went toward her closet and searched for a normal-looking dress and a black robe.
