Dominick stepped out of the bathroom, steam still clinging to his skin and his hair damp from the hot water. He was in the middle of drying off when a servant entered, bowing low as he approached.
"What's this?" Dominick asked, pausing mid-motion as his eyes landed on the bouquet the servant held.
"A delivery for you, Your Highness," the servant replied.
Dominick took the flowers and dismissed him with a brief nod. Once alone, he set the bouquet on the nightstand and plucked the small card tucked between the petals. His thumb traced the writing, and he read the message.
{I hope you don't stay upset with me.}
A smile tugged at his lips. He inhaled the scent of the lilies before putting them carefully into a vase near the bedside table.
"I'm not upset with her; she completely misunderstood," he murmured to the empty room.
