Vivi's heart still thrummed with the warmth of Cassius's embrace, his laughter echoing in her ears as he kissed her knuckles, his teasing admission of his rakish past sparking a playful glint in her eyes.
But as her mother's worried voice filtered through the door, a sudden curiosity seized her, a question bubbling up that she couldn't resist asking.
She fixed him with a knowing, inquisitive gaze, her lips parting as she spoke, her voice soft but laced with a daring edge.
"Young Master..." She began, tilting her head. "You mentioned those noblewomen with husbands, the ones you've...been with."
"But what if, someday, I'm one of those women? If I'm your wife, and some man tries to sneak into my room, to do what you've done with me tonight."
"...What would you do, as my husband?"
She expected a flash of anger, perhaps a stern rebuke for even suggesting such a scenario, or at the very least a playful deflection.
