Bab 223: Explorations (1)

After soothing my Duke's pain for the cut lips, and some more wounds he pretends to have, it's time to take a break.

From travelling, not just making out.

When the carriage stops, I split from him and realise that I'm all dishevelled. My hair is unkempt, the dress wrinkled, and my shoulders full of light bites.

I can't get out like this. I sigh while combing my hair with the fingers before finding a brush in the pocket luggage.

After tying the hair in a simple bun, I smooth the skirts with my hands and put the sleeves back in place. Now, all the bites are covered.

The wrinkled clothes aren't worse than when I fall asleep on the couch, so they can pass.

The only issue remaining is my swollen lips. And the cut on Alexander's. What will people think if he gets out like this? That I torture him in our private time?