Her smile is soft, lingering at the corners with a slight shyness she rarely lets me see. “Good morning, Prince.” My pants are damp with dew, but I bend my knees, propping elbows on them loosely. “Good morning, darling.” I watch her pull each strap of that damp and dirtied dress over her shoulders. She can feel the gaze I drag over her and kindly lets me continue. Inching closer, Pae turns her bare back to me. “I know you’re better at unlacing corsets, but I can’t walk through the castle with my dress falling off.”
