Chapter Twenty-Two

Kayana seemed too busy preparing herself for the evening event to bother with Demetrius much. Her female servants bore the brunt of her demands that afternoon.

After all, they were the ones who knew her taste in clothes and had the most experience in dressing her hair. Sometimes, the males would be taught, but they never had the artistic touch the ladies did.

'Alas, I don't think my new, handsome Demetrius will be any different,' she thought as she watched the maid in the mirror as she placed the ivory combs carefully into the black locks, drawn up beautifully in a stylish bun. 'I suppose I could try, but having him dress me would be preferable.' She smiled coyly. 'My form will captivate his eyes; it never fails, especially with mortals. Poor things. They have so little control over their lustful urges.'