Harem Matters
Nova sat next to Cynthia, smoothing the creases of her dark leather pants as she leaned into the chair. Cynthia gave her a small, considerate smile—a rare affair from the generally stoic priestess. Nova smiled back at her with a gentle nod.
But something else soon drew her eye.
Across the table was a beautiful woman in a neat black-and-white maids' dress, her black hair tied up in a tidy bun, dark and unobtrusive eyes that seemed to take everything in. She was the sort of beauty who arrested attention—poised, full-figured, and enviably stylish. Her presence was more elegant than most noblewomen Nova had encountered.
Nova blinked, her eyebrows rising in shocked silence. That maid. dressed in a noblewoman's gown, she could almost be mistaken for a highborn daughter—and outshine half the court in the process.
Her emerald eyes turned to Leon.
