Chapter 155. Nicknames

Getting out of his hold that was messing with her hormones Esmeray waved her hand in a Queenly manner. The faint scent of iron and roses clung to the air, heavy with unspoken tension, while candlelight flickered over the marble walls like restless shadows. “Countless people. I was born for romance.” But when her eyes fell on the tampons again she groaned. She can’t move on from them. It was impossible to act like they were not there. Her nose scrunched at the faint vanilla fragrance wafting from the strange little things, and her fingers itched with both curiosity and disgust. Okay, she admitted that they were a little bit addictive-like fortune cookies but there were books out there where one could read such stuff. There was no need to store freaking tampons for that.

“You know a King is not supposed to stock tampons in his chamber. For fuck’s sake if you love reading weird quotations and poems this much then you should find some books. It’s so unethical to have a chest full