Juliette's question caught Olivia completely off-guard, all the colour leaching away from her already pale face. The people of Theiri were well known for their skill in the physical arts. Would she be disappointed to know how she had absolutely no idea what she was doing? Would she laugh at her? Would she just reject her outright?<em>Maybe I should lie?</em>she thought to herself. Lying was something that came naturally to her, like an instinct and she had was able to do it without any qualms to even those closest to her. Although some strange pang of guilt made her not want to lie to Juliette for some reason.<br/><br/>Even if she lied would Juliette be able to tell? Were there ways of telling? Finally Olivia did something completely out of character; she told the truth, reluctantly. "Yes, I-I am still pure, milady," she replied. Every word felt shameful, like an admission of guilt and she was sure that the Princess would tire of her after that, perhaps talking to her for a few minutes to be polite before sending her on her way. Much to her surprise, Juliette instead turned to her and clasped one of her hands, promising to make her feel comfortable.<br/><br/>That gentle touch filled her with nervous excitement, and she realised that she was biting her lip. While her mind was a vicious hurricane of thoughts and raging emotions, the cold, logical part of her was telling her to just walk away now. A royal affair could see the negotiations end in failure and her never able to return to Theiri. She could be imprisoned, banished or most likely executed for ruining Nydewia's chance at an alliance.<br/><br/>And worst of all she would never see Juliette again.<br/><br/>"Thank you," she replied, her own words surprising herself and causing her mind to scream in protest. "After you." For too long she had been ruled by her cold, calculating mind, all her physical needs and desires ignored in pursuit of her planned goals. But now her body was in rebellion.