Bab 85: Source of Light

Bel tasted fear, bile, and anger. It was such an overwhelming rush of feelings that at first, she didn't know what to do. She had too much open skin to cover and barely enough hands.

Giselle stepped in front of her immediately. "Your Highness," she bent her knees, still placing herself between Bel and Davien.

Bel snapped out of it and quickly grabbed the towel, laying it across herself. She clenched her jaw, fighting the urge to scold him. They were in the presence of servants, and she doubted it would make a good first impression to scream at their prince.

"Giselle," Davien called, but kept his gaze on Bel's bosom. Though now covered, his gaze didn't deter.

"Yes, Your Highness," she responded with her head low.

Davien slowly lifted his gaze to Bel's face. Her slightly puffed and reddened face glared back at him. He could clearly see the anger in her eyes, and he smirked as if amused. This angered Bel more, but she held her tongue.