'Haah…!'
As I pondered the bewildering situation, a surge of conflicting emotions swirled within me. A beautiful young noblewoman had barged into my room without any justification, attempting to force herself upon me.
Such an occurrence was far from ordinary, and the mere thought of Lady Sophia leaping onto men she fancied stirred a mix of annoyance and discomfort in my heart.
But who was I to pass judgment on her actions? It was not my place to cast aspersions on her character or intentions.
These thoughts, tinged with doubt and disdain, only served to degrade her in my mind—a realization that left me feeling somewhat ashamed of my own biases.
Pushing aside these troubling thoughts, I focused on the task at hand: stirring the tea I was preparing.
Glancing discreetly at Lady Sophia, who sat on the couch draped in my bed's blanket, I couldn't help but notice the innocence etched on her features.
