Melisa stumbled out of the palace, her legs wobbly and her mind reeling.
The cool night air hit her flushed skin, making her shiver. She glanced back at the imposing structure, half-expecting guards to come rushing out, dragging her back to face the queen's wrath.
[Holy shit, I actually got away with it,] she thought, her heart pounding. [I fucked the queen, learned some crazy-ass history, and I'm still alive!]
She felt like she was in one of those Task Improbable movies starring John Cruise.
Part of her had wanted to reconvene with Zephyra, run back into the palace and tell her everything she'd learned, but Melisa decided against it on the basis that at literally any second, the queen could change her mind, decide telling Melisa everything she'd said had been a stupid, lust-drunk idea (which it certainly was), and silence her permanently.
So, Melisa just left before she could.
