Hair as fiery red as pomegranate blossoms cascaded down her shoulders, and her eyes were the same brilliant crimson as her locks. Yet, there was no arrogance or flamboyance to match their color. Instead, they resembled a lake rippling in the wind.,Kama's breath caught in her throat, she recovered quickly and immediately pleaded, "Head of the House, the child is still...",Unconsciously, the maids' footsteps grew clearer and their mother's scent more intense. The skin under scrutiny felt a flush of heat... Her senses sharpened, her mind slowly piecing together the scene before her through these subtle clues.。