It was a gloomy day, cold and damp because rain had poured early in the morning, a strong shower before it settled into a steady drizzle. The scent of petrichor was heavy in the air. Misa sighed, leaning against the wall as she watched Royle discuss the plans for the celebration with his officers. She flushed whenever she thought back to what they had done in the bedroom, and she had caught him looking her way on more than one occasion.
Their uniforms were spotted with wet patches, but they all stood perfectly straight and still, unperturbed by the cold. Royle dismissed a handful of them to familiarize themselves with the perimeter and ordered the rest to follow him inside. It was going to be a hectic day with important people streaming in and out of the palace, and he was doing h
