Ruby knocked once on the heavy oak door of the private study, then pushed it open without waiting for an answer. Inside, the room was silent, filled only with the scent of fresh coffee, that citrus trace that always clung to Derek and the soft clicking of keys. Derek was already dressed for the day, looking sharp and imposing in a tailored charcoal suit that made him look every bit the powerful King he was. He didn't look up from his laptop as she entered.
Ruby smoothed her hair and plastered a bright, professional smile on her face. She walked to the center of the room, her heart doing a little dance of hope. "You sent for me, Your Grace?"
Derek continued typing for a few seconds before he spoke. His voice was flat and devoid of any form of emotion. "The Queen's Blessing Ceremony is scheduled for tomorrow. Is everything in order?"
