Althea didn't care what were going to be the consequences of her actions.
All that mattered at this point in time was that she was not going to release Zaroth no matter what.
Unlike with others, being near him didn't require caution or distance… no, this was different—she wanted to be close to him.
Safe… she simply felt safe when she was next to him, no one else had given her this feeling since getting this forsaken curse—not her mother, nor father, nor her husband, nor the servants. Even if some had a good opinion of her, they were too scared to show their true feelings, fearing the repercussions.
But Zaroth was different.
As both of them were in their embrace, Zaroth took slow and steady steps forwards towards the bed, keeping his hand behind Althea's waist.
Once they reached it, he gently let her rest her back on it, as he positioned himself above her.
