"You have no idea you called me here over here, do you?" he asked softly, his words barely more than a whisper, as his fingers gently brushed against your lips, urging you to remain silent. You both hid behind the curtains, as he tried to maintain a respectful distance from you within the cramped space.

"Do you remember the fishtail beacon I gave you?" he gestured towards the item in your hand, glancing down at you. "If you inadvertently fidget with it too much, it will send a signal—that’s why I’m here.”

"Shh… not now or the maid will hear," he whispered teasingly in your ear.