Elizabeth
Even if he found the entire idea of psychology and the study of human theory dryer than Hak Etme, Elizabeth wouldn't have minded, but the fact that he showed any interest at all made her smile like the soft rays of dusk, warm and lingering despite the darkness of the room. "Of course. My door's always open."
On the conversation of her other book, his question earned him the unsurprising return of her blush, because although 'The Prince Groom' could never be considered part of the smut category, it was still like he'd seen straight through to her darkest secret. She had thought the sweet, fairytale story was a better answer than when she'd unknowingly told Hadama the title of her last read and he'd known of the book, even going so far as to bring up its contents. It had been hard to look at the man for a few minutes. But apparently, it didn't matter what title she mentioned, because it always led to the mortifying topic of smut. And hearing the word 'slut' slip from Iskra's mouth did nothing to help, a crimson shade burning to her cheeks as he gave some very specific examples that she couldn't deny having read (and liked). It made her shift in her seat, looking anywhere but his eyes as she tried and failed admirably to contain her embarrassment.
Worried she might burst into literal flames if he kept talking, Elizabeth raised her hands in a motion that looked suspiciously like she'd been caught. "No no no. It's definitely not smut." In her flustering, she didn't catch that she was very much admitting her knowledge of the genre by knowing its proper name, especially as she added, "It's much more innocent than those."
On the conversation of her other book, his question earned him the unsurprising return of her blush, because although 'The Prince Groom' could never be considered part of the smut category, it was still like he'd seen straight through to her darkest secret. She had thought the sweet, fairytale story was a better answer than when she'd unknowingly told Hadama the title of her last read and he'd known of the book, even going so far as to bring up its contents. It had been hard to look at the man for a few minutes. But apparently, it didn't matter what title she mentioned, because it always led to the mortifying topic of smut. And hearing the word 'slut' slip from Iskra's mouth did nothing to help, a crimson shade burning to her cheeks as he gave some very specific examples that she couldn't deny having read (and liked). It made her shift in her seat, looking anywhere but his eyes as she tried and failed admirably to contain her embarrassment.
Worried she might burst into literal flames if he kept talking, Elizabeth raised her hands in a motion that looked suspiciously like she'd been caught. "No no no. It's definitely not smut." In her flustering, she didn't catch that she was very much admitting her knowledge of the genre by knowing its proper name, especially as she added, "It's much more innocent than those."
Dive into the sea of thought,
and find there pearls beyond price.
and find there pearls beyond price.
