Aurora's POV. 26.
I eased myself up from the bed, slow and quiet. Each movement was deliberate, trying not to make a single creak that might rouse Luther. The last thing I needed was him awake and asking questions. Questions I definitely wasn't planning on answering truthfully. How could I possibly tell him I was sneaking out to meet Richard? Richard, his own brother, his enemy. No way.
I was practically tiptoeing as I made my way to the closet. My heart was pounding in my chest, a nervous little drum solo. I grabbed a simple gown. Something that covered the basics, but still... well, it couldn't completely hide my figure, not in this material. Hopefully, Richard wouldn't be paying attention to that anyway.
I slipped out of the room, holding my breath. The mansion was silent. Rel
