(Author's POV)
Gathering herself, Myra walked inside Brave's room with resoluteness. But what she saw flustered her a bit. Yona, the maid she was familiar with was inside Brave's room.
What flabbergasted her wasn't Yona's presence alone but what she was actually doing. That maid was sitting on Brave's bedding, leaning forward as she her fingertips lingered on Brave's bare chest. Myra couldn't see her facial expression as her hair was concealing it but that touch made her feel extremely uncomfortable.
Before she knew it, words full of authority and slight jealousy flew out of her mouth, "What are you doing, Ms. Yona?" She was a bit unsettled.
Yona, who was caught up in her act, got up from the bed in hurry, lowered her head and started making excuses immediately. She was so busy drooling over Brave that she didn't even hear Myra's footsteps or her entering the room.
