A crush

Ave smiled awkwardly as she took in the scene in the room. It was entirely different from what her dirty mind, all thanks to Lucian, had envisioned. She was never the kind to always have those kinds of dirty thoughts and would jump to conclusions.

The two were not doing anything inappropriate, at least to her, but to any other woman of this era, a young girl and a young man in a room alone without a guardian was a taboo on its own. Harry was kneeling down at the side of the bed where Isolde sat with her legs curled up under her on the edge of the bed as she held out her hands to him where there were strings around her fingers, and they were playing the Cat's Cradle game. But because of her sudden entrance, Harry had quickly stumbled to his feet and bowed, while Isolde looked as guilty and shy as a girl caught in a bathroom with a boy.