Leon's POV
"You're kind of sweaty right now," Myrcella said, her voice smooth, almost teasing, like she'd already decided how this would end. "It's getting a little hot in here, don't you think? Why don't you remove some of your clothes?"
Before Lilia could properly respond, Myrcella's hand slid around her waist, fingers firm and unyielding as they settled against her body. With surprising ease, she reached down and unbuckled the belt of Lilia's short pants. The small metallic click of the buckle coming undone sounded louder than it should have in the quiet room.
Lilia froze.
She tried to push Myrcella's hand away. I saw the hesitation as well as the brief spark of resistance in her eyes. Her hand lifted, fingers curling as if to stop her. But she couldn't move Myrcella's grip. Not even slightly.
And that was the strange part.
She absolutely could have.
