Lucille

I opened my eyes as the spicy aroma of cologne met my senses and a kiss came to my forehead. “Roman?”

“I’m sorry to wake you, Princess.” His deep voice rumbled through me, pulling me away from whatever dreamland I’d been wandering.

Scooting up to the headboard, I blinked as Roman sat on the edge of the bed.

“I’m leaving for Oslo.”

“So soon? I thought you were leaving tomorrow.” ...