No one refuses an invitation to have breakfast with the King. No one.
Except for Desmond Drake.
“Are you sure this is wise?” I raise my brow, looking at my resilient fiancé. Now that everyone has finally found out that he was innocent this whole time, I was really hoping that they can start building bridges again.. I can’t even imagine how Des feels inside after all that’s years. But I want to believe that he can find it inside himself to forgive his family.
“I am sure,”he snorts, “A simple apology is not going to cut it, Freya. They at least are going to give us a dinner.And something else.”
“Oh really?”, I sit on the handle of his armchair and brush my fingers through his hair , “What do you want from them?”
God, tell me he doesn’t want to become the Crown Prince again! I am so n
