Under the shining moonlight and the cool night breeze, Arianna smiled at Atlas’s childhood joke. It had been a while since she last smiled. But the moment was ruined whenever thoughts of the King slipped in.
Since morning, it had been like that—his face, his words, his touch, all slipping in and out of her mind.
Sometimes, she would glance at the passage, hoping to catch a glimpse of him or hear a soldier announce his presence.
She had even excused herself with the lie of needing to relieve herself, only to sneak toward the large, imposing passage leading to his chamber, taking a peek.
Two soldiers stood guarding the entrance, his door locked from the outside. He wasn’t inside.
Where was he?
What could he be doing right now?
Dining with his betrothed?
Arianna almost hissed at the t
