Arnold's POV
I saw how my woman walks back and forth. We just finished eating dinner with my family.
I wonder if she's still worried about her people as well as the island where they all lived for decades.
I grab her palm and make her sit in my lap. I wrap my hands around her and lean my face closer. "Your Majesty…?"
I showed her that I was sulking here. "What's wrong with you, love, hmm? You look disturbed and fucking worried. Are there any changes you want for your wedding dress?" I ask.
She raises her palm and shakes her head. "No. I am not thinking of that. The design of my wedding dress was followed, and I love how they do it. Her Majesty was a sweet mom too. She never forgets to tell me any progress for the dress. I'm worried about..." Lucille halts.
She looks at me in the eyes. I already have an idea what the things are that are running in her head.
