Charlotte's POV:
I wake up in Lucas' room. His navy blue sheets are tangled around my entire body, like a cocoon. He lays next to me on his stomach. His brown hair is a mess and his face is buried in his pillow. How he sleeps without any blankets on, I will never know. I toss so much at night that I end up pulling all the blankets off of Lucas and he sleeps in just his boxers, so the poor guy freezes at night.
I slowly climb off the bed and pick up my silk robe off of the foot-board. I slip it over my shoulders and creep out of the bedroom. As I walk down the hall I pull my hair up into a ponytail and tie it off with a hair tie. I walk downstairs to the dining room where queen Evelyn is sitting.
"Morning, Charlotte." She says, looking up when I walk in.
