Lyra's frown deepened, a glint of mischief danced in her eyes as she fought the urge to laugh at his discomfort. "And if I do? Is there something wrong with that?" she teased, moving closer to the edge of the water.
Sevastian stiffened, unsure whether she was joking or serious. Deciding not to take any chances, he turned his back to the lake quickly.
The princess rolled her eyes at his reaction. He was so modest, so proper, a true gentleman. She stepped out of the water completely, droplets sliding off her skin, splashing onto the ground beneath her.
"I am not naked, Sevastian. Why would I risk that when anyone could walk by and see me?" She asked.
Sevastian turned toward her cautiously. His gaze flicked over her damp cloth, clinging to her frame. His jaw tensed, and he quickly looked away, his discomfort evident. "I see," he muttered, trying to maintain his composure.
