C10 Dining With Her Captor

Seraphina left Adolphus’s room with her towel draped over her arm, her bare feet padding softly on the wooden floor.

The oversized shorts she wore were a nuisance, slipping low on her hips with every step, forcing her to adjust them constantly. Each movement irritated her further.

The faint clinking of cutlery reached her ears as she stepped into the main hall