f**k.
I fall into the soft, clean sheets, finally home from my ordeal at the palace. The carriage had dropped Dion and myself back at the townhouse at five in the morning, the clock chiming upon our arrival. The sun was beginning its ascent across the square as we closed the door behind us, and without so much as uttering ‘goodnight’ to each other we parted ways for our beds. As I had kicked off my boots and undressed for bed, I couldn’t help but think of green eyes watching me, that irritating smile grinning at me. I thumbed the circlet of gold stuck to my skin as a reminder, clambering into bed I thought back to the flirtations of the king instead. The crudeness of his words to me, now knowing they were fake, designed to cause me discomfort and embarrassment. It had worked too. I dream
