Chapter 6
Ryder
The air smelled like lavender and maybe a splash of orange. I immediately opened my eyes and saw that Nicole’s eyes were still closed and her brown hair billowed around her white pillow.
The scent was probably her special blend of essential oils, and it was unique. Most women I met clung to roses in a perfume.
I sat up and stretched, making sure I didn’t wake her. She seemed peaceful and she’d need that energy today.
My father, His Majesty King Sven of Norden, wasn’t the most welcoming person. Though he’d probably welcome his choice of bride for me.
One never knew, though. Father was always formal with me, and our conversations usually ended up in an argument. At least for the past few years.
For now, I quickly brushed my teeth and splashed water on my face. As I exi
