Neriah could now see it. She was a liar! One with the highest ranking even. She hadn't even planned for it, she hadn't even thought about it, and she had no idea where those sweet untrue words had come from. But they had.
They said some people were born liars, some called it an ungodly gift. She felt like she had that gift, just that she had never really used it before tonight. She had just moved with the emotions that overwhelmed her at that very moment. And she had found the words. Words so untrue. And she said them out loud. To him.
The man who had carried her from the floor and onto the wide bed.
The man who was slowly peeling off the fabrics from her body.
Her cloak had fallen to his treacherous hands first. Then her upper bodice soon followed. He was clearly very accustomed to women's clothing. . Either that or he had been studying her dress all night long and had already stripped her of the materials in his head that it was no problem doing it in real life.
