*Sonia
"Mate"
The sonic sound of the King's voice on that unforgettable night, kept drifting back to my ears every single moment.
I felt overwhelmingly safe and connected to Deryk so much so that I feel like he could even sense and hear the flow of blood coursing through my veins.
"My lady, may I?" the slim fair-skinned servant interrupted my thoughts. She had two medium sized floral and plain towels lying flawlessly in her hands.
I looked up from the dressing table. I returned her sweet fake smile and nodded while she displayed the fluffy shawl before me to make a pick.
I pointed at the floral one in her left arms. In that moment, two other servants, led by the chief servant, breezed in, carrying sweet scented shower gel and wash.
"Young miss, it's time you start getting prepared.
