Angelica let out a tired breath. She was tired of sitting here, she was tired of being here and worst of all she was hungry. She had no idea why she had been exceedingly hungry today, but she was, and sitting here quietly was not helping her hunger at all.
Ian felt her sigh. He looked down, she was so tiny in his eyes. She was slender in a grateful way. He could smell the lovely flowery scent of her hair, it was akin to the comfort of summer in the middle of winter.
He guessed that she had been bathed in some sweet-smelling oils and it made him continued to sniff her hair continuously. Although he did it subtly and she did not seem to notice.
Angelica smoothed out the creases in the skirt of her gown that was draped on the side of the lectus. Ian followed her movements. His eyes caught the intricate patterns of the lace on the gown.
