Prince Joseph and I step into his bedroom. It’s similar to mine, though a bit larger. It’s decorated darkly in a way that can only be seen as masculine. Dark wood. Dark green velvet. Even the lights are dim.
I quickly realize it’s warm, but there is no fire. My room was like this yesterday, but I didn’t realize what it meant. I thought it was warmer outside than it was. “How does it heat from downstairs?” I ask.
Prince Joseph turns to me and arches an eyebrow. “Hazel did not explain it?”
“She asked what I preferred,” I tell him, my cheeks flaming from embarrassment. “I didn’t understand, though. I didn’t want her to stay up all night to keep my room warm.”
He snorts in laughter. SNORTS! “We have a team of omegas that handles that. Hazel will not be the one. If you prefer th
