Duchess Cecilia POV
For Cecilia, everything had started when a warm dream turned into an icy nightmare.
She was being crushed under the heavy burden she had carried on her shoulders for days, even months. Bad news from the borders, whispers of betrayal from her generals, the silent screams of her people. She had taken a hot bath to escape these things for just a moment.
That half hour spent under the water had reminded her that the world could still be a warm place.
The sense of relief she felt when she stepped out of the bath into the safety of her room was shattered by the sight she encountered.
There was someone in her room.
A foreign boy with white hair and red eyes. And in his hand...
When Cecilia remembered that moment, she felt her cheeks burn with shame.
That boy was holding her most intimate item up in the air, examining it as if it were a laboratory rat.
