The maids follow me in the room, like usual. They're ready to help me undress and comb my hair into a braid when we're interrupted.
«Leave,» Ignis says. «Now. I will help the Queen with her clothes.»
Their blushes and heavy sighs are a little too transparent, just like my husband's intentions. He could avoid being so straightforward in front of the servants, for goodness's sake!
Oh, but... Is it a promise? Will he really help me undress? And, more importantly, will he do just that?
«Come with me, Veronica. You haven't eaten yet.»
«No,» I reply. «I haven't eaten.»
I follow him to his room, hypnotised. What is he planning? I feel like there is a surprise behind the door.
When it opens, I step into the King's room with a crazy heartbeat. Oh, good: the huge bed. Then? Oh, dinner on the lower table in the corner. That is good.
I walk to the bed and notice the blood-red petals poured all over the blanket. Roses? Most likely.
