Leaving his chamber and returning to her room, her mind reeled on the words he said to her even as the embarrassment of her fall still lingered. He would make her fall in love with him, it was also his obligation and not only to be her knight. It made her mind race.
Her eyes went to the mirror where her face revealed a woman who needed the warm touch of a hand so loving and caring. Yes, she felt the inner hunger for it, she needed that comfort.
She reached out to touch her face observing the way Priscilla had made her look so indeed masked for seduction. But that was not her intention, he misunderstood her.
"My princess, you're back." Priscilla returned to the room while Gabriella now faced her with a stoic look.
"No wonder you insisted I leave without looking at my face." She looked dead serious.
"Please don't punish me, my princess." Priscilla's gaze lowered pleadingly.
