Her eyes narrowed when he cornered her with his words, questioning why now of all the times she was concerned by how proper she was. Daishoga was right, she would give him that. It didn't make sense for her to suddenly turn everything back around for the sake of being a passive, emotionless servant. Sajedene was none of those things. On the contrary, she had the reputation of a kind-hearted, albeit naive and stubborn young woman, who had a difficult time containing her emotions. She spoke her thoughts, but not without organizing them first. "You don't understand." Was her only defense. What? What did she claim he did not understand? Oh, the fact that she was indeed not a servant nor a peasant, but a princess? Sajedene did not continue, simply because she didn't believe enough in her counter argument to defend herself. And so she let him bring her hands to his face and avoided his eyes.<br/><br/>He told her he was a failure in terms of a servant and that it made him happy, because he was able to see through her now. She could no longer fool him and that scared her. Sajedene lifted her gaze back into his eyes when he expressed his yearning for fire, something which she hadn't expected. There were a lot of things she hadn't expected from Daishoga and that he was saying and doing nonetheless. But that simple realization when she had slapped him yesterday, that he was a person just like anyone else capable of enjoying the good times and dreading the sad times had nonetheless had a tremendous impact on her. "Please, don't say that, your Highness." She tried, but couldn't go on much longer. The fire had not been extinguished and demanded to be acknowledged once more. It still burned inside her, stronger than ever, and it took everything to suppress it just for one conversation. He pushed her down on the bed with him and moved on top of her.<br/><br/>Now that she was lying there underneath him, there was little resistance in her. The words, whispered in her ear, were like honey and helped to spur her on. Yes, she craved the fire. Sometimes she even felt like part of her lived for it. But would he like what he would see? There was no way that she would pass as a peasant with everything that had happened. For now she pushed her worries in the back of her head. As he kissed her once more, her fingers grasped his hair and brought him closer to her, if that was even possible anymore.<br/><br/>What truly convinced her was his hand that found its way to her breast and made her moan delightfully. Fine, he wanted fire, he would get fire and there was nothing he could do to prevent himself from burning into ashes. At least, she wouldn't hold herself responsible for it. Before he freed his lips from their embrace, she lightly bit his lower lip in a loving manner. She stared into his eyes, her forehead against his, and gave him her answer with a tone tinted with desire:<br/><br/>"I want you."<br/><br/>As if to prove her resolve, Sajedene took his hand that was on her breast and brought it to her lips to suck on a finger of his, while giving him a look of challenge and seduction. Her eyes were liquid fire from arousal and as she let go of his finger with the slightest smirk touching her lips, she ran her hands down his torso, past his impressive scars and burn marks, to find the proof of his own arousal. She didn't break eye contact with him while her hand wrapped itself around his manhood and stroked him slowly.<br/><br/>"Did you ever imagine you would end up in a situation such as this, your Highness?" Sajedene asked, cleverly returning his earlier question.