She was laying on the bed of thin blankets and the exceptionally handsome man looked down on her. His expression was genuinely bright, and he had a light smile. He looked about 25 years old and wore attire similar to priests.
"Not like that, you need to dry the skin properly first…" He took out a small towel and proceeded to wipe her feet, his action is more ambiguous than riding a horse together and staying in close proximity.
The difference between the book and reality was striking to the point she wondered if reading the story was to her advantage at all. The characters mentioned were so different in real life, starting with the sh*tty personality of Blaine, or the spoiled Charissa.
His obsession may be visible to the naked eye, but her feelings won't lose to it. No one can take this perfect man from her. He belongs to her, to the last strand of hair.
"Are you trying to infuriate me, mister? I'm not an easy target, though…!" Since they were basically sitting in each other embrace, his body was totally open to her. The small hand clumsily groped around his waist, looking for an opening to tease his bare skin.
Why not ... I stand strong girls who can save their men
His lack of action made her misunderstand, that he couldn't protect himself. And with one powerful hit with her newly acquired frying pan, she hit the attacker on the head, saving the knight in distress.