Sophia
For a long moment after Erick spoke, I simply lay there, letting the silence wrap softly around us.
His words, his warmth, the sincerity behind every breath he released, it all sank into me slowly, filling the hollow parts I had carried for years.
Who would have believed that a day like this would come?
I was no longer the gutter girl with no roots.
I was a new born.
Lying on a wide, soft bed draped with white and gold sheets, the royal crest embroidered in their folds.
Erick’s arm rested lightly across my waist, his body close.
The pups slept peacefully in their carved wooden cradle some feet away, the faint glow from the lantern painting their tiny faces in warm light.
Prince Henry.
Princess Henrietta.
A soft smile curled on my lips as I thought of their names agai
