I walked out the door and gasped. What just happened? I need to urgently translate two, calm down the raging heart, and think everything over carefully. On wobbly legs, which still retained the feeling of a rough hot tongue, I hurried away.
Going down the flight of stairs from the third floor to the first, where my room was located, I periodically glanced through the narrow windows, watching the movement of the delegation of Princess Giselle. She herself was not visible, the butler must already be showing her her chambers.
Some kind of acrid feeling was born in my chest, but I hastened to brush it off. I never know why she's here, and I shouldn't care at all why Raphael is giving her a special reception.
