As Asher rose to his feet, his eyes wandered, quite without his consent, to the sight of the twin peaks enticingly outlined by the dark red fabric wrapped around Ceti's chest while a drop of sweat got swallowed by her deep cleavage.
Ceti, realizing where his hot gaze had landed, quickly turned to the side, a look of piqued annoyance on her face, "Your Highness...you are the royal consort. Please be more mindful," Ceti said, her cheeks flushed while cursing why the air had to be so hot enough to make this piece of cloth stick to her skin.
Asher slowly curved his lips, a glint of amusement in his eyes.
He knew she was indirectly questioning his manners and decency.
With a casual shrug, he replied, "Sometimes, Ceti, one's gaze lands where it will," He let his words linger in the silence for a moment before continuing, "If there was a delicious dessert before you and you just happened to see it, would you quickly avert your eyes or not?"
