Bianca
I woke up slowly, surrounded by a warmth that had nothing to do with the morning sunshine spilling across my comforter. For a moment, I kept my eyes closed, savoring the comfort. Then I registered the weight of an arm draped over my waist, the steady breathing against my neck.
Isaac.
My eyes snapped open. He was still here, fast asleep beside me. Memories of the previous night flooded back.
I had insisted I was fine by the time we got to the palace; and I was. The pain in my belly had subsided almost as soon as we left the party, likely because I just needed to rest.
But he had ignored me, instead insisting on guiding me to my bedroom. He had even helped me get into more comfortable clothes, even though I had once again told him I was fine. My face reddened now
