Chapter Twenty-Seven.
Fitz read the note from his angel for the tenth time, the corners of his mouth tilting upwards. Inside, he felt like a young boy, giddy with excitement at the thought of spending time with her once more. Yes, they would be chaperoned, but still, they would have relative privacy. The morning meetings would be tiresome, yet necessary; only the presence of his angel would make them bearable, as he eagerly waited to spend the rest of their day after luncheon. However, duty called, and the king rose from his bed, taking the note which had laid upon his chest as he had slept, and placed it in the thick oak locked box, which contained his majesty’s personal effects.
Kari arrived in his chambers, arms laden with wood to feed the fire. The copper bath was filled with snow
