Chapitre 75: Harbouring dirty thoughts

Alone in her chamber, Naimishi rested uneasily as midnight neared. The balcony curtains stirred gently, their movement casting eerie shapes on the walls. Despite her unease, she refrained from extinguishing the torches, finding solace in their flickering glow that kept the darkness at bay. The thought of seeking comfort in Vasilka's room tugged at her, but an inexplicable fear rooted her to the spot, preventing her ascent to the fourth floor.

"It's scary to stay alone. Bravery can crumble faster than biscuits at a ghost dinner, arrogant bastard!" She screamed at him, although he could not hear. After Alora left, he had suggested putting a maid in her room, but she haughtily waved off the idea, claiming she was as cool as a cucumber. "Maybe I should have taken his option after all."