#Chapter22
The faint vibration in Daniel’s fingers and toes moved swiftly through his body until the click-click of horse hooves on the cobblestone path and the Sentry’s alarm reached his ears. /"Her Majesty’s approaching./"
A flutter in Daniel’s chest wiggled its way up to his throat, and no matter how he tried to swallow it down, the nervous rush overwhelmed him. Six long months passed since he’d taken his kingdom, and the castle was finally worthy enough for his family to join him.
Throwing the dark, wool cloak off his shoulders as his black, leather boots slapped against the stone floors of the castle, Daniel rushed to the doors then, with a flick of his wrist, willed them open.
The wagon pulled to a stop before him, and he slapped his hand to his heart when he saw his daughter on Rosemary’s lap. /"Is that my Sigrid? She’s… she’s gotten so big./"
