As Zara emerged from the protective wall, Alicia's eyes widened slightly—but she quickly lowered her gaze, hiding the flicker of surprise.
The two maids behind Alicia blushed deeply at the sight of the Duchess in nothing but a red silk pajama set, her skin glowing softly under the hall lights.
Zara, distracted by the persistent itch in her throat and the burning hunger growing within, didn't notice their reactions. Her fists clenched by her sides, her steps in hurry as she walked straight toward the door.
Alicia bowed slightly. "Duchess, would you like me to comb your hair before you leave?"
Zara paused for a second, shook her head silently, and hurried out without looking back.
The maids, still staring after her, whispered behind Alicia.
"Goddess, I can't believe I blushed just looking at her."
"You're not alone… she's stunning."
Alicia turned to them sharply, her face strict. "Return to your quarters. Stop gossiping about the Duchess."
