Lucille
Awakened and dressed much earlier than usual, I was sitting at the window in my private parlor, sipping tea and eating fruit with toast and jam when the door to the parlor opened.
Roman's laser-focused stare met mine as he closed the door behind him.
“Your Highness," I said, standing, and followed with a curtsy.
His deep voice was lowered. “I'm sorry I didn't make it to the gazebo last night."
“I told you not to apologize."
He reached for my hands. “We're in private."
“Are you sure it's safe?"
Roman tugged me toward my bedchamber. My suite was the same as his, only reversed. It wasn't odd that he would know the way. Once inside, he again closed the door to the outer parlor. “I don't know anymore. I'd hope the Firm would respect the privacy of one's bedchamber." His d
