Rosalind's POV
In case you were wondering, I slept in the bed after blushing for what felt like hours.
Even though I had been reluctant about using the bed I was surprisingly comfortable and I had fallen asleep immediately my head touched the pillow as the stress of the day caught up with me.
I had slept so deeply that Prince Cillian had gotten dressed, had a shower and even served me breakfast in bed. It was the scent of the food that had woken me up.
"Prince Cillian."
It was surreal. I was the one meant to be serving him but he was the one serving me.
His hazel eyes sparkled with warmth and I was glad to see he didn't hold a grudge about last night. "Rosalind, good morning. I hope you had a good night's rest?"
"Good morning, I did."
On his very comfortable bed, he had given up
