The aroma of various fruit tarts would awaken her each morning for the next two weeks. Along with the scent of fresh apples enhanced in cinnamon or caramelized cherries mixed with oat, Sienna would find a letter of correspondence wrapped in twine and a rose from the hand of the imprisoned king. While taking the edibles to her lips, she would become lost in the words of the once ruthless ruler now speaking to her in quixotic post. As she had once expected the words to drip with lust and the promises of how he would familiarize her absent skin with his longing trace, she would be pleasantly surprised for romance to replace the need of his unquenched libidio. He would write of his desire to show her the hidden gems held in secluded corners and unseen spaces of the castle along with a planned
