"You do enjoy the cold, it seems," Bianca said, taking another sip of warm tea. The saccharine liquid slipped down her throat, melting into her stomach.
Her delicate red tongue licked the corner of her stained lip, while her sharp gaze was fixed on the person sitting in front of her.
This type of Xion didn't look like a danger at all, or rather he looked like a prize to win after the threatening ordeal.
How sweet.
"It's fine, I guess. Though I do prefer the sun," Xion answered.
Bianca was stabbing her fork into the pastry. It easily broke under her pressure. Sweet things were just like that, easy to soften and easy to melt in one's mouth.
"How are the things in the inner side of the castle, if I may ask? Is there anyone else living there with you?"
What Xion heard was, 'Are there any other concubines or lovers besides him?'
Though he suspected she had taken a liking to Darius, wasn't this a bit too much to ask so directly?
