The discussion with Alexander didn't take too long—he claimed that he didn't want to make his mother worry about the two of them being in the same room for an inordinate time. The blushing young man left and bidded her a goodnight.
Rosalyn Lockhart freshened up and then slipped into the bed.
She tried not to think about who owned the bed and how it smelled like strawberries and other sweet stuff, instead she stared out at the ceiling. She had managed to stifle her reactions whilst she was with the man but her gaze flickered around the room. There was a switch to turn on the lights and not chandeliers, something that resembled like a square mirror that reflected different people on screen.
Alexander, the one she was wedded to, he had explained as much as he could—but seeing the real things still left her breathless. The Queen of Hearts couldn't sleep and listened to the wild beating of her chest, this was insane.
But she needed to sleep.
