Romaldo
"I'm really sorry, that you have to go through this, your Majesty." Irabel's mother flashed him an apologetic smile as she set a steaming mug of tea in front of him. "Irabella is usually not this hard headed, I promise." Her gaze drifted towards the cottage garden.
Romaldo followed her eyes.
Now that it was being taken care of, the little garden was beginning to fill with beautiful blooms again. But only one flower had claimed his attention since stepping out.
Her.
His chest gave a sharp kick at the sight of her, even if Irabel herself couldn't have cared less about his presence.
Apart from a mumbled greeting she'd tossed in his direction when her mother ushered him inside, Irabel hadn't spared him so much as a glance. Her silence spoke volumes. She was furious. Still furious
