Queen Francesca’s POV
I wake up to gentle knocking at the door and open my eyes to greet the new day. I let my hand drop to the side and feel the empty mattress to my lefthand side.
I turn my head to look at the space where I left him last night and smile when I see the small note lying there on the pillow.
“Come in!” I call out to the eager knocker, sitting up to pick up the note.
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It’s bad luck to see the bride before the wedding.
See you at the alter,
Your Majesty.
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“Morning Chess! How did you sleep?” Grace asks as she and Hope shuffle into the room.
“Great!” I answer enthusiastically, placing the note on the bedside table and bouncing out of bed.
“Well you certainly have a spring in your step.” Hope muses as she picks up a pastry from the breakfast
