~ NYSSA
Over the next two days, I was watched like a hawk.
If Eric wasn't watching me, then Rowan was nearby. It was as touching as it was overwhelming. I stayed in the palace for the most part, going over the rest of the planning for the mating ceremony while Rowan spent his days doing long work hours as he tried to figure out how the rogue managed to get in undetected.
I yawned loudly as I leaned over a large magazine, going over the last thing required for the planning—the floral pieces.
"I like these ones," Aria pointed out. "They're white."
I shrugged. "The yellow ones are pretty too."
"We have to pick something."
"The ceremony is tomorrow evening," I reminded her. "I don't think it matters anymore. What can we get on such short notice?"
"Anything. You're the King's mate. You could ask for flowers from the mountains and someone would get them for you before tomorrow morning."
