"It's immoral. And vulgar." Matthias had been grumbling for about ten minutes. The frowning man sat tightly wrapped in furs, refusing on principle to take off his soaking wet clothes. And the main reason for his indignation was sitting right in front of him, apparently feeling much more comfortable than he did.

He was not used to women behaving like that. Not that he cared about other people's women, and the behavior of other people in principle did not concern him so far. But that was there, in Fjerda, where men are strict and reserved, and women are modest and calm. You were the antonym of everything he knew before.

He tried to ignore your powers as Grisha. Yes, this is clearly not a gift from Djel, this is what you are killing his people with and what he had to fight. But even though he was patriotic, he was not stupid. Without combining his brute force and your magic, there is no way you will get out of here. He can tolerate it, and practically not think about breaking your neck.

Your behavior was worse. You were cheeky, impudent, incredibly irritating. Your caustic comments, inappropriate jokes, the way you undressed practically in front of him. All this threw him off balance. Your emotions, excessive drama, slightly wrinkled nose, it was enough for him to irritate you. All this attracted his gaze indecently often.

"Oh, what are you saying, darling? I'm just warming myself. Or do you see some subtext in this?" And here again you undermine this laudatory discipline. Your lips, which Matthias definitely did not glance at, stretched into a sly grin, your eyes burned with challenge. You tested him, mocking him over and over again and irritating. But it seems you were trying not to anger him, but to confuse? Damn Ravkan. You did it.

"I see? It's you're behaving in a completely unacceptable way. And it's not about what I see there," the man began with fervor, wanting to finally express his opinion. But in the middle he became embarrassed, looking away. Red spots appeared on his pale neck.