Forty nine

A man was not supposed to undress a woman who was not his wife not to talk of inspecting her naked body for injuries because it was frowned upon by culture, but here was Anton who had done exactly that to her but finds nothing wrong with it. How does his brain process things anyway?

There were plenty of maids in the palace and she also had Cynthia so why did he undress her by himself? Was he a pervert or—

“You are yet to answer my question of if you are okay. Why do you keep zoning out?” He poked her forehead with his pointy finger.

His brows were furrowed with a frown of concern.

“I’m fine you don’t need to worry too much,” Kyra said at the same time her stomach gave a loud rumble of hunger.

Kyra slapped her hand over her stomach and her cheeks tinted pink in embarrassment, especially when she saw the teasing look that appeared on Anton’s face.

“I guess you might be zoning out because of hunger. It does a lot of strange things to people,” he was saying as he got up, “Let's get some f