Lila's POV
I scowled at the article again, as if glaring hard enough would change the words on the page. “Unconfirmed princess,” I muttered. “They make me sound like a glitch in a computer program.”
Tobi chuckled beside me, the low rumble of it vibrating pleasantly through the mattress. He was warm and shirtless, tousled from sleep, one hand curled possessively around his mug of coffee. “I think you’re much more exciting than a glitch.”
“Oh good,” I replied dryly. “A charming anomaly.”
“I mean it.” He leaned in, his nose brushing mine. “You’re causing headlines before you even wear a crown. That’s power, Lila.”
“I don’t want power. I want… peace. And maybe a croissant.”
“You’ll get both,” he promised, tugging me against him until I was cocooned in his arms. “Minus the flaky crumbs in
