The next thing Zarniya knew she was walking down the carriage, and Messiah was escorting her like a proper gentleman. Her nervous feelings about attending the tea party with unknown people disappeared. All she could think was how husky and chilling his apology was ringing in her ear and his tongue relishing her.
In addition, he was hugging her, almost making her sit back on his thighs, it was... very thought-provoking.
Zarniya's mouth was dry, so the moment she was guided to her seat, she was so focused on having tea.
She did not see all the eyes focused on the man standing so close to her.
Her existence was always unknown, some could know her, but she was an invisible and irrelevant person. Today, after the guests stared at Messiah, their eyes fell on her. Thinking, who was she, and who was this gorgeous man? But then they realized he was this woman's slave.
Slaves had a specific fashion.
