Christopher's POV
I watch Sophia's long lace dress tangled at the bottom of the car as we are driven to Kensington Palace. She looks calm. Overly calm. Whereas I am sweating.
I decide to put her at unease.
“Excited about the best night of your life?” I try to do my sexiest voice.
She cockily lifts an eyebrow, finally acknowledging my existence. “Doubtfully it will be the best. Just another night in my new bed.”
I chuckle with amusement.
"What?" she frowns, finally noticing something's off.
"Haven't you noticed we turned left at the crossing?"
Her lips part a little as she nods, looking into the distance. "Why?"
“Oh, you don’t know?”
“Don’t know what?” she is stressed out now.
“The custom. Heirs spend their first wedding night at the palace. We’ll be given a honeymoon room. And
