I caress the cup of tea as I stare at the garden. Cornelius is in the other room, busy with his responsibilities as a King, while I stay here to discuss things with Prince Pieter.
I sigh heavily, thinking about how earlier — before the sun rises — I got up from Calais' bed, got dressed and took a bath in the room I share with Cornelius. And even if I am determined never to return to his arms again, I am not sure until when this ever-present longing for him will stop. As they say, I really hope that time heals everything, even this love.
"Queen Lyrica?" Prince Pieter asks, snapping me out of my thoughts.
I offer Prince Pieter a small smile and nod. "Ah, yes?"
The prince raises his brows but says nothing about my momentary distraction.
"Is my brother exhausting you out?" he asks.
"Ah, no! Why would you even think that?"
