Nara’s POV
Thank God. Peace and quiet at last.
Nick had finally stormed out, probably off somewhere being a royal pain in the ass to his brother, the maids, or anyone foolish enough to exist in his general vicinity. Classic Nick.
For hours he’d been in here, hovering, poking, running his mouth, doing everything short of juggling knives to get under my skin. The man physically couldn’t sit still for five minutes without stirring up some pointless drama.
But you know what? I wasn’t complaining. If it meant he was gone, I could finally focus on what actually mattered — my stuff, my space, and my sanity.
I sighed, glancing around the massive, over-the-top bedroom. It was all heavy curtains, fancy old mirrors, and a huge four-poster bed that looked like it belonged in some ancient castle.
