Seraphine eyes lowered, her hands tightening painfully around the fabric she clutched. So that was what mattered. Not her dignity. Not her state. Not the fact she had been reduced to this for his convenience.
She swallowed hard. "And what will they say," she asked softly, "if they see me walking out of your room like this… bare and exposed?"
That made him pause.
His frown deepened before he exhaled sharply. "Fine." He jerked his chin toward the wardrobe. "There are new shirts in there. Ones I have not worn. Take one. Keep it after."
He lay back down again, turning his back fully, already done with her.
Seraphine stood there for a moment, staring at the rigid line of his shoulders. A muscle in her cheek twitched. She said nothing, because anything she said would shatter her completely.
She walked toward the wardrobe instead and opened it carefully.
