Kat POV
Day three of being a princess, and I was already firmly of the belief that the new title officially sucked.
My adventure outside the cottage had come to an abrupt end when a rather frantic Fabio appeared, panting and telling me that I should have told someone that I had wanted to go for a walk and I would have been taken - like some dog on a leash. And so, I was shown back to the bedroom in the cottage and was horrified to find that the pale-as-moonlight guard dog had positioned himself outside of the window.
“Do you think he will ever chill a bit?” I asked Giulia as we sat on the bed, painting our nails.
“Who?” she responded, obliviously.
“Jurgen, the dude who seems to be walking around as if he was dipped in a vat of starch,” I muttered, nodding my head toward the window
