The dinner at Fertile Castle was dull and oppressive.
The Red Dragon cast a shadow over everyone, despite having fled in panic, the castle's atmosphere remained heavy.
The maidservants walked on thin ice, fearing mistakes, and dared not gaze directly at the Lord's cloud-covered face to avoid invoking a thunderous wrath.
Tashina glanced around and then departed.
She herself had great ambitions and could not follow Roman step by step; that wasn't being a princess, but a servant.
Roman finished dinner, carrying the tray, he brought Shasta back to the bedroom.
The petite girl lay on the soft big bed, her face devoid of color, lips delicate and pale like winter snowflakes. A soft blanket covered her body, rising like a hill, but her expression seemed to be lost in a nightmare, murmuring something.
The arrival of Roman and Shasta awakened the sleeping girl.
