The bright Tuesday morning had been completely great thus far. It seemed even brighter now that the prince was out of bed. In Aria’s world, this was a big deal.
She hated that she was the cause of his cold in the first place, and so she would stay awake at nights praying that he would recover soon.
Seeing him on the balcony making that beautiful painting brighten her day more than anyone would ever imagine. She wanted to immediately drag him away and have a new day with him, but she had promised Liziath that she would braid her hair for her.
They settled in the lounge room, where Liziath was sprawled across the sofa with Aria standing behind her, struggling to reach her hair at a normal angle.
Tina had joined them a few minutes ago, only exchanging greetings before s
