Celia flattened herself against the wall next to Callum and, when he was sure she wouldn't utter another noise, he removed his hand from her mouth.
The writer's mouth was hanging open, though her lips were upturned in a shameless smile after what she had just witnessed.
"I can't believe it…" Celia uttered, her heart pounding rapidly in her chest. "My son…"
None of her thoughts were complete.
It was Callum's turn to utter a sigh. Those two were lucky it was them who caught them and not one of the royals.
It turned out that there was another secret Henry had been keeping from his mother.
"I told you that Henry could have anyone he wanted," Callum reminded her of their conversation from before.
Though Celia didn't seem to be listening and was lost in her own little world again.
