Bab 65: Dress

Thea

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And again this damned east wing, again the third floor and again this door, which is so afraid to knock. I hugged the box tightly to my chest, despite the rather heavy weight, I tried not to drop it while I was gathering courage with the last of my strength.

A triple knock on the door.

The triple erratic rhythm of my heart.

- Come in.

That voice. Her voice. It makes the smallest hairs on my body stand on end just from the sound of her voice.

Giselle.

I gently pushed open the creaking door and entered the guest quarters of the Adamanian princess, bowing my voice low, afraid to look into her eyes, afraid to meet her anger. More precisely, I was afraid of getting slapped again, my pain threshold is too low, as it turned out.

I stood and waited. I waited and waited, but nothing happened, and this prompted me to raise my head. And at that moment I met her eyes, so directly, so hypnotizing.