All the tossing and turning last night left her feeling tired the next morning. The sun was sipping in through the floor-length window. The white curtains did nothing to stop the rays that shone on her face.
She groaned, sitting up and stretching her hands towards the ceiling. She dropped her hands slowly, rubbing her tired eyes. She should have forced herself to sleep, but she couldn’t, her thoughts were ravaged by the mysterious man.
She had slipped into her room, saying nothing to the prying lady. Dalia only stopped her pestering when she was constantly ignored.
She messaged her right shoulder, it was sore from last night. Her eyes opened wide; her thoughts tilted to her plans for the day. The courtship had not ended, and now she was meeting that fowl-mouthed man. King Eric, she did
