|Mirrielle Elizabeth Rivantroz|
“Mirrielle,” Lorenzo immediately greeted when he arrived in front of me.
My gaze locked to his deep-set of brown eyes. I blinked and clung my head sideways when everything on his face suddenly…went clearer. His eyes, his long lashes…then my gaze traced down to his nose up to his red lips.
I run my tongue on my lips and swallowed hard when I felt my throat dry. My forehead wrinkled as I tried to control the erratic beat of my heat.
“Good morning. I hope you sleep well,” Lorenzo formally said. He glanced at both sides and I could see from my peripheral on how my handmaidens quickly curtsied in front of him with their heads stoop low.
“G-Good morning, your grace,” the three of them said in unison. My brows furrowed. I was in doubt if I should do the sam
