To say Caitlyn was dependent on you would be an understatement. Ever since you had become affiliated with her— and her bed— she had found herself relying on you for some of her most important decisions and relying on you for even the small things, like helping her with a paper cut from the amount of paper work she had to do for her job.

You didn’t mind.

Ever since Ambessa had given you the single task to distract and manipulate the Kiramman heir, you had to. You had to do it because it was your job and there was nothing you could do to battle her commands.

Yet to say you had become enamoured with Caitlyn was also an understatement. It was obviously that you were beginning to feel a certain amount of infatuation with the woman.

And your iron grasp on her and her mind helped you get closer to her because she would simply let you take control of a situation that she can’t deal with because she would be preoccupied with thinking of her mother.

The death of Cassandra had certainly shook her and had made her go on the long quest of vengeance, and you have to help her.

And you’re okay with helping her at this point. You don’t see it as a job. It’s more like a reward. You’re obsessed. So what? Everyone gets a little obsessed with things nowadays.

But she doesn’t know your malicious motives. She doesn’t know where this all came from.

As far as she’s aware, you’re her romantic interest and you’re the one who is meant to protect and advise her of everything. That’s all.

“Do you really think this is a good idea?” She mumbles, and her head is resting against your shoulder. She wants to be close to you. And that makes you ever so happy.