Chapter Fifty Three

When Alcina woke up she was disorientated for a few minutes and then remembered the Prince and frowned,

‘Oh dear what must he think of me falling asleep on him like that?’

She thought sheepishly but he did have the most musical voice and she had been exhausted, pushing herself to her feet she felt a little strange. Carefully adjusting her clothes she looked at herself in the large mirrors dotted around the room, she was flushed a delicate pink and her nipples were hard. Straightening her skirt she smiled to herself,

‘I must have been dreaming of Ricci again’

She thought he was the only thing she ever thought about other than the task at hand, he was her escape when she needed to relax she would close her eyes and fall asleep dreaming of him.

‘Not that she would ever see him again’

Looking deep into her own eyes she saw the sadness at that thought she had blown any chance of that with her childish reaction to his touch. If only she could see him again and explain that she had been scar