Heather's POV

The morning sun, usually a welcome sight, felt like a cruel spotlight mocking my sleepless night. I had tossed and turned, throughout the night, unable to get even a glimpse of a sleep. Prince Keith's tear-streaked face was a haunting replay in my mind throughout the night and each time I tried to push the worry away, it only intensified, making a knot tightening in my stomach.

The sudden knock on my door halted my thoughts and I quickly stood up from the bed, combing my hair ...