Saffron sat stewing in her bed-chamber; anger and embarrassment rocking through her. She had walked right into the home of Elric’s previously intended bride, completely unaware. Elric hadn’t said a word about Mira. He didn’t even bother mentioning anything about her outside of hinting that she was dreadful.
She felt absurd. It explained the familiarity with which Mira had greeted Elric. Her friend had hinted that Elric and Mira had been…intimate before. Saffron groaned and buried her face into the pillow she held on her lap. She knew that Elric had been with other women, but she didn’t think that she would have to associate with them, much less be a guest in her home.