Shade was briefly stunned by Margaret's outfit. The Blonde Princess smiled at his expression, then said somewhat shyly:
"Today is Saturday. I wonder whether Dorothy and the others will allow me to stay."
A voice came almost immediately from the washroom:
"Leisha can't appear together with me tonight anyway, and being alone isn't much fun. Margaret, stay without worry. Leisha and I have no objections."
After a brief pause, Dorothy added:
"Margaret, did you come wearing an evening gown? Leisha says she has a beautiful dress too, and she's having the maids help her change into it right now. Shade, Leisha says not to tear Margaret's clothes too quickly. You can tear them together later."
Even though Margaret had grown accustomed to the atmosphere in the house, her face still flushed slightly as she laughed.
"It's not as though I ruin your clothes every time. Besides, can't I turn back time?"
Shade said as he gently embraced Margaret, who had risen from the sofa. Before Margaret and Sylvia had left to inspect the front lines, he had already gone quite some time without being intimate with the Blonde Princess. He had missed Margaret dearly.
Margaret felt the same. Breathing in the scent of Shade, fresh from his bath, she felt that the week of waiting had been entirely worthwhile.
Leisha and Dorothy could not appear at the same time for now, so they truly did not mind others joining Saturday night. Leisha in particular held Margaret in especially high regard. She admired this young lady, who possessed an extremely high place in the line of succession yet was still willing to disregard her identity as a Princess for Shade's sake.
"This dress truly is beautiful. Is this a new style popular in Kasonlik this spring?"
Dorothy praised it as soon