I laid in bed for a couple of hours before I had to start getting ready for this dinner. My mind kept wandering back to the garden. Callan’s facial expressions played around on his face. For someone in line for the throne, he does not seem to be a confident leader. Is it my fault? What does the mate bond make him feel? Could I feel it? “Time to get ready for dinner,” Emilia said standing at the foot of my bed. I jumped, “Gah! Lord,” I said loudly. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to startle you,” Emilia said as she walked into the closet. “You did, but I was deep in my own thoughts,” I said as I went into the bathroom to shower. As I walked out of the bathroom while drying my hair with a towel, she held up a dark green V-neck floor-length gown with it being off the shoulder and a beaded sash. The
