SIGRID

“You don’t need to put my shoes on, Silas, I can do it myself,” I snatched the boots from his hand and slipped them on alone.

Honestly, having someone constantly around helping me with everything was starting to give me a headache.

But his silent presence didn’t bother me—I allowed it. Still, something told me the storms were about to roll in.

“My lady, I’ll quickly head to my room to change. The blue suit you had tailored for me—do you think it’s appropriate?” he suddenly stood up in a rush.

“Better if I try it on, and you can tell me…”

“Wait, Silas,” I stopped him as he was turning his back.

“There’s no need for you to change. You’re not coming with me to the party.”

I stared at his broad, stiff back. He stayed silent, not turning around, but I could feel it—the whirlwind of emotions stirring inside him.

“It’s dangerous. They might recognize you. I don’t know if Lucrecia—”

“Is it because of my horrendous appearance?” he spun around suddenly, and I clenched my fists at the des