CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN
By the time Nina finishes giving me all the details about the dinner, exhaustion weighs on my shoulders like a velvet cloak.
It’s only 5 p.m.
If I close my eyes for just one hour, I can still make it on time.
Royal families may act like the world bends for them, but the last thing I want is to walk into that hall looking like I fought a hurricane.
“I’ll rest a bit,” I mumble.
Nina nods, already dimming the lights and drawing the curtains halfway.
“The alarm will wake you. Don’t worry.”
I sink into the bed, soft, warm, far too luxurious for someone who will be a concubine. “Ugh”.
My body relaxes instantly, but my mind… my mind isn’t ready to rest.
Because the moment I close my eyes, Adrian fills the darkness behind my lids.
His voice.
His scent.
The way hi
