Aria's POV
After freshening up in the attached bathroom—which was bigger than my entire bedroom back at the apartment—I made my way downstairs.
The housekeeper was waiting for me in the hallway, her expression warm and professional.
"His Majesty asked me to let you know that he only brought you to the guest room last night," she said gently. "He wanted to make sure you were comfortable and safe."
Relief flooded through me so fast I nearly laughed. "Thank you for telling me."
So he hadn't stayed. That was good. That was... professional. Exactly what this arrangement called for.
So why did a tiny, irrational part of me feel disappointed?
I shook the thought away and followed the housekeeper through a series of elegant hallways until we reached a dining room that looked
