Lucille
Approaching Roman's bedchamber, my sense of anticipation was different than it had been in the past. It wasn't lovemaking that would occupy our night; it was learning more from the secret room. Without knocking, I turned the large knob and pushed the door inward.
The motion was such a simple, menial task, and yet it brought me immense joy. Never in all our years of marriage had Roman and I had the level of comfort with one another that we shared today. It was difficult for my mind to separate the men, yet something as mundane as stepping into Roman's private bedchamber unannounced highlighted the stark contrast.
As the whole of his bedchamber came into view, I saw Roman was seated in a plush chair across the room, sitting back with his ankle over his knee.
“Princess," Roman
