“We won’t eat together anymore?” I ask Prince Joseph nervously.
He shakes his head. “Unfortunately, no. You must return to training with the queen today.”
I flop back dramatically against my pillow. The last thing I want to do is deal with her again. I turn my head, and my hair falls on my face. I glance at my shoulder and see the light blue nightgown. It makes me smile.
My mate smiles at me. “We’ll have dinner together,” he says, twisting my hair around his finger. “I like your hair down, too.”
He leaves me for the day, and Hazel enters. She does my hair in an overly intricate updo, leaving not one single hair down. I can tell she’s proud of her work, but I hate it.
“Thank you,” I say and smile at her anyway. She bows.
Great. He’s already talked to her. I want a fri
