A slap on her face

After Davi fell asleep, Sienna took several minutes inside his bedroom. She knew Lemiel was downstairs having a drink with the guest and his family, so her services weren't needed at the moment.

She stood by the window and looked outside. The sky was clear and dark, dotted with many stars and the crescent moon at its center. She slid her hand into the pocket of her skirt and pulled out the piece of paper.

Dylan was a good man, no doubt. She believed he would make a good friend too. From their encounter earlier, it was apparent that he had no idea she had tried to cast a curse on him three years ago. It was a relief for her because when she left the royal capital, she feared that he might have some idea of what she had done before.

That part was cleared now, which meant that she should distance herself from the man. She didn't want to make a mistake and expose herself as an outcast witch to an upright official.