Carolyn rolled off Anthony and straightened her gown, sulking the whole time.
“Am I disgusting to you? What else could you want other than a hot bod, an angelic face, and a gentle demeanor? I’ll let you off the hook this time, but I’ve taken a sacred vow to be yours, so don’t think you can run away!”
Anthony breathed deeply, then exhaled with a trembling breath as he clambered off the bed, his mind reeling from Carolyn’s actions. Western women taste different… He licked his lips as he watched Carolyn pull the strap of her gown into place.
Anthony went to open the door, but Carolyn dashed to his side and looped her arm through his arm as if it were the most normal thing in the world to do.
Royal Pope Alfred’s anxiety melted away into joy when he saw his daughter, and a gasp of delight burst from him as Carolyn twirled around. “You’re cured, Carolyn!”