Princess Francesca's POV
His smooth voice interrupts the silence in the room, entering my body and making it quiver ever so slightly in response.
“Come in…” I answer, turning around to watch as he closes the door behind him.
He doesn’t move any further forward. Instead, he stands there with his back against the door.
He is still wearing the same pants and shirt from earlier, but he no longer has a black tie wrapped around his neck. The crisp white shirt is open a few buttons, and has a light stain running down the left-hand side. His hair is dishevelled and messy on his head, his brilliant blue eyes now look dull and exhausted. His demeanour is far from the man I first met. That confident, self- assured gentleman who knew exactly what he wanted and had no shortage of cheeky quips o
