Chapter 133 – Two Pillows
The air in the inn room was heavy, the glow of the single oil lamp painting everything in warm amber. Ethan sat lazily on the bed, while his two cute maids—his two girls—sat on either side of him.
Earlier, he had half-jokingly asked Sylvie if she wanted her own room. After all, he and Lirael had planned to share this one, and he hadn't exactly hidden what he intended to do. His bluntness had turned Lirael scarlet, her ears twitching in agitation as she sputtered, How could he say something so shameless out loud—especially to Sylvie of all people?
But Sylvie, surprisingly, hadn't shied away. She had nodded, first giving a practical reason: it would be a waste of coin. Yet her voice had softened, faltered, and finally dropped to a whisper as she confessed, "A servant should serve her master… and I also want to."
