So, the key to keeping André with him was not to run out of cake? Unbelievable.
Noah leaned against the headboard of his bed, listening to André’s soft snores as he took a nap an hour before dinner. Harrold told him that the Queen will not be joining in with them — as usual — but the Crown Prince will.
None of them really cared. The Crown Prince doesn’t, either. Even Beatrice thinks that he’s full of bollocks trying to act like their mother.
Subconsciously, Noah’s hand flew to André’s sleeping form, his fingers brushing against his messy hair as though in dire need to make it known to himself that this is real.
Because until now, an hour after André said the words he’s always wanted to hear, he still couldn’t bring himself to believe. The fact that he was comfortable with him to actua
