I watch the handmaiden brush through my hair, her touch delicate and soothing. My heart raced. What is this feeling? It’s wrong, but…She’s so beautiful. Without thinking, I turn and lift my hand to her cheek. Her skin was soft under my touch

“Cute…”

I whisper, suddenly. Realising my straight-forwardness, I pull away

“Pardon me, dear. I didn’t mean to touch you like that…”