Chapter 46: Yes, the Divan

When the party left, Rhea stood at the window watching them walk towards the main Palace building. She let out a sigh thinking about Edward being added to her headache list, when a head rested down on her shoulder and two hands wrapped around her waist from behind. She was taken by surprise and flinched before a familiar scent reminded her of who it was, calming her down.

"What are you looking at? Do you miss him already?" the person complained.

"What? Miss whom?"

"You know who I am talking about".

She thought for a while. Who was he bothered about? But more than what bothered him then, she felt that his head nuzzling against her neck, his scent filling her nose, and his deep voice right next to her ear was of greater concern. Her ears blushed red and she found herself squirming in his hold slightly, trying to pull her head away.

"Why are you fighting? Do you not like me holding you anymore?"