Romaldo
"I want to get married."
Romaldo almost choked on his drink at Vieva's announcement and her presence in his bedroom. It was almost midnight. What happened to her need for her beauty sleep or her hate for this part of the castle?
"What?" He looked up, right into his fiancée's furious eyes.
"You heard me, Romaldo. I want to get married." She slipped onto the couch before him.
He'd heard her alright. What he did not understand was what had brought this on. Vieva knew he'd do none of that despite having put a ring on her finger.
A decision he had never regretted. Until now.
After a day well spent cooking away in the royal kitchen with Irabel—a day that had left him craving more.
In fact, he'd just taken a sip of his drink, planning to savour it while thinking only of her. How t
