Matteo looked at the amber liquid swirling in the glass in his hand. He had managed to slip outside unnoticed to get a few bottles of whiskey. He didn’t want to leave his room, afraid that he would run into Emma or his mother and they would try and rope him into some kind of wedding preparation. Or try and play another trick on him, so his father would get mad at him again.
Thankfully, everyone was so busy in this castle that he was able to fly under the radar, and he spent most of his time hidden in his room, drinking his sorrows away. Mostly, his thoughts revolved around Aurora. He couldn’t fall asleep without remembering her lying next to him, her hair tickling his cheeks. Her soft skin underneath his fingertips, her eyes shining with joy of having him close to her. He could still sme
