Adela retreated to her chambers with the weight of shame trailing behind her like heavy tails. Lost in a daze, she changed into her nightwear, absentmindedly brushing her hair twice as much as necessary. Her nighttime skincare routine became a jumble as well with creams meant for the day mingling with those for the night. Her thoughts scattered to the degree that she forgot her schedule for the upcoming day, something that very rarely happened to the Archduchess who was a detail-oriented person and a perfectionist.
Throughout this foggy trance, Egon lounged on his elbow and attentively observed her.
Did he really have to sleep in the nude every night? She bit her lip, catching his amused gaze through the reflection in her vanity mirror.
"Come here," he gestured to the empty space beside him.
"…"
