I was a stranger. And an enemy at that.
When Theodora clenched her fists, I realised that she must have misinterpreted my reaction.
«Here in Ethiro, we use your grace for dukes and duchesses. It's a bit different from the rest of the continent, right?» Not that I cared about the title, I just didn't want her to call me like that.
However, I couldn't find a way to tell her that. She was still too scared. Her hair was braided, probably wet from the bath, and the fire hadn't been lit, so the room was quite chilly.
Thea used to complain a lot about the time she needed to dry her hair. But the warm breeze of Polis had always been of help.
«You shouldn't go to sleep with wet hair,» I said while undoing the braid. Indeed, the locks were still humid. «And it can't properly dry if you keep it tied.»
After all, there wasn't any wind in the Palace. And even if there was, it would be icy.
