Since the night of the dinner, I hadn't seen Arabella, only fleeting glimpses of her. I had sent a maid to inform her that I would be having breakfast with her before the celebrations.
The entire kingdom was already buzzing with festivities. The castle had been decorated and opened to my subjects, making every corner loud with chatter and excitement.
I walked majestically toward the dining hall, my nostrils catching the thick scent of lavender mixed with orchids as I drew closer. The guards stationed at the door bowed their heads before opening it for me.
As I stepped inside, I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, allowing the intoxicating scent filling the dining hall to consume me. I vividly remembered yesterday when she had entered the hall. I could barely breathe or think.
I had forced myself to mask my reaction so those vultures wouldn't suspect a thing, but silently, I had suffered the unbearable urge to bury myself in her scent.
