Cecilia’s POV
I avoided his room the next morning. It wasn’t difficult.
The palace was large enough that I could disappear. I tried hard enough, and for once, I actually wanted to. I didn’t want him to find me, though I knew I had to meet him for training in about an hour.
That was something I couldn’t get out of.
The memory of the night before clung to me like something I couldn’t wash away. Every movement felt different. My boy reminded me with every step, every breath, every shift of my muscles what had happened.
What I had allowed to happen.
What I had wanted.
I pressed my lips together and kept walking. If I thought about it too long, I wouldn’t be able to hold myself together. I would never be able to get through this training in one piece. I couldn’t afford to fall apar
