Thoughts and drinks.

Mathias’ POV.

I brushed my hair with my hand as soon as she left the chamber. I released a long breath as I slumped into my sofa. Goddess, what did I just do?

Did I really just confess my feelings to her? What in the Moon was I thinking? I wanted to reprimand myself and regret my actions but remembering the look on her face when I said it, I found joy.

She didn't look disapproving or somewhat. The way her cheeks flushed when I closed in on her. Her beautiful rosy scent had filled my nostrils, clouding my senses. It was like an intoxicating wine which gave me the boldness to continue speaking with her. Or was it just the Alpha boldness that I possessed naturally? It should be the latter, although I couldn't still deny the strong effect her scent had on me.

I remembered the way her beautiful hazel eyes had twinkled while she looked back into my eyes. It was like a whole new world there.

I had ignored the way servants killed each other before. I hadn't paid much attention to the payment