THE BED WAS still warm from being occupied by the Prince of Wolves.
I smiled as the first ray of sun came through the little gaps in the curtains. The light danced across the walls, lighting the path to my heart as I remembered every second I spent with the certain royal. It had been a week. One week of nothing but pure bliss. It was as if we had been trying to replace every yearning, needing, and desperation of being together, in as much time as we could, stealing glances, sneaking in some dark corners, tiptoeing in the hallways, and creeping as everyone else was not looking.
We would brush our skin accidentally as we met. We would smile to ourselves knowing what would happen later in private. We would send looks from across the room, telling each other how much we mean to each other, a
