Amy Stone
I wake up from my slumber, Kael's arm draped on my tummy. I gaze at his beautiful features—oh gosh, he's more handsome when he's sleeping. For a second, I forget this marriage is nothing but a mission.
I slide from the bed, making sure I don't wake him up. I wear my robe and head to the kitchen, butterflies flapping in my tummy.
Amy, this is a bad idea. Breakfast for him? This is so unlike you…
I scold myself for a second before I slip into the kitchen, the wide kitchen island staring right at me.
The house help, whose name I read on the tag—"Genevieve"—bows lightly. “Your highness…” she says, and I silence her. This whole royalty title spreads like wildfire.
"I'll make Mr. Woods' breakfast today. You can have some rest." I pick a clean pan and put it on the stove.
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