Ceti jumped at the sound of Isola's voice echoing through the chamber.
Her eyes flew open and she gasped, quickly wriggling out from under Asher's grasp, not knowing what came over her while he simply laid there on the floor, watching her with a knowing grin as she scrambled to her feet.
"For devils' sake-" she mumbled, fumbling as she hastily tied up her disheveled hair, then grabbed a set of clothes from a nearby chair, tossing them at Asher, "Your Highness, please get dressed!" She managed to gasp out, her cheeks a deep shade of red.
A low chuckle escaped from Asher as he caught the clothes in mid-air, "No need for you to play the maid, Ceti. Your mother's here now," he said, his tone filled with amusement.
Ceti's blush deepened at his words with an aggrieved look, "I'm just trying to make you look... decent," she stressed firmly, hurriedly turning her back on him and heading towards the entrance.