The maids had barely knocked before rushing into Azzurra’s chambers, hurriedly placing a lavish breakfast tray by the window before scurrying out as quickly as they’d entered. Courtesy of Benedetto, a special meal had been arranged for Cesario an assortment of vibrant fruits neatly sliced and arranged just the way the boy liked.

It had been a full week since that night the one where that depraved prince had tried to force himself on her. Since then, she hadn’t let Cesario out of her ...