Laken’s POV
I woke up the next morning with Devon’s arm tightly wrapped around me. Today is my first official day as the new queen. I tried to get up to use the bathroom, but his arm tightened even tighter around me.
“I know you would love to hold me all morning, babe,” I whispered, kissing his face, “but I have to use the bathroom, and we have to get up to face the new day as the new king and queen.” He groaned and pulled me closer.
“Not yet,” he moaned, snuggling his face into my neck. “We have a few hours yet.” Then, there was a knock on the bedroom door, and a woman walked in. I have yet to meet her, but I have a feeling that it is Mary, Devon’s assistant. She was young, with seriousness about her. She has her dark brown hair pulled back into a tight bun, and is wearing a dolman gr
