The two maids led Anna into the bedroom she would be sharing with Henry. The moment she stepped inside, her breath hitched.

It was... breathtaking.

The bed was enormous, like something from a royal palace—white sheets tucked neatly, gold threads glinting in the fabric. Thick velvet curtains framed the windows, and the sunlight spilling through lit the marble floor like glass. A plush rug lay beside the bed, soft enough to sleep on. The room smelled faintly of roses and something expensive she ...