Isabelle
I wake up the next morning, and look around the spacious room. I am lying in the middle of the soft, king-size bed. Early morning light is trickling in from the large windows in front of the bed and I squint my eyes against them as I shield my eyes. Everything feels like a dream. I hear light snores and look around, and spot Prince Keiran sleeping on the couch at the far end of the room.
He is lying in an uncomfortable angle but I guess he is really tired because he is still deep in sleep.
I feel a rush of warmth as I look at him.
Last night was unpredictable. I was much used to Matt's attitude. He was used to taking and claiming whatever he thought and assumed was his.
Keiran proved to be a whole lot different. I was expecting him to be resentful and lashing out, considering
