Lucille

Moonlight flowed through the windows like glowing blue ink, lightening my bedchamber. Although the hour was late, I wasn’t tired. Since Roman’s rebuke—the thought of which left my lips tingling—we’d not had a moment alone. His dreadful afternoon of meetings lasted later than usual. By the time I was ready for dinner with the king and queen, Roman had just enough time to change into a new suit and escort me to the dining room. ...