The woman is wearing a too-tight red dress that pushes up her breasts provocatively, and curves around her hips and ass like a second-skin, leaving little to the imagination. Her blonde hair is pulled back away from her face, but then hangs down her back in loose ringlets.
She’s tracing tiny circles on Caleb’s chest, right over her heart, her long red nails catching on the diamonds encrusted into his tunic.
She seems entirely too familiar with Caleb, and it makes me want to rip her away and remind her of proper courtly decorum.
Immediately, I catch myself. Why do I care at all who flirts with Caleb, or who he allows to touch him? He is a ruthless King with an entire harem of women whose main purpose is to please him in bed. I’m going to feel uncomfortable with a woman touching his chest
