Alexander
It was almost a quarter to midnight by the time Fiona got back to the palace.
She had kept me updated about needing to stay late at work and her expected arrival time home, just as I had requested. And I had plenty of work to do in my office while waiting up for her. But I simply could not focus on anything all evening. I kept absentmindedly glancing at my phone every few minutes, counting down to when I would get to see her again.
When Fiona left for work this morning, there was an uncomfortable tension lingering between the two of us, and I did not like leaving things like that with her.
I considered the possibility that I was overthinking things, imagining a slight where she had not intended one. It had certainly been an eventful couple of weeks in Fiona’s life, and I
