When Oliver rose from his slumber, the bed was empty. He was not aware the princess had curled beside the king the night before. It was better that way for his mental well-being, but disappointment still washed over him when he saw Fennel was no longer cuddled beside him.
The day was bright—the perfect weather for festivities—but he had no time to partake, as he had one more day of required practice with Lily.
The bard walked to the main room and glanced toward the sofa. He saw Lily curled up in a chair next to a window, reading a book.
Her looks did not falter, even after a night of wine. He chuckled to himself as he realized she must have had a wonderful night's rest regardless.
Oliver adjusted his tunic then took a step toward her. "Good morning, princess."
