Chapter28

#Chapter28

The noon sun was high in the sky, drying the last of the stormy night’s evidence and the tears that still managed to wet Rosemary’s cheeks. A cool breeze that was still a bit too chilly blew through the opening between the buildings, so she leaned over and fastened Sigrid’s sweater. /"There you go, my love. That’s better./"

Stray footsteps could be heard kicking up the stones that lined the courtyard, but she felt Daniel in her bones and didn’t need to turn around to understand that none of those boots walking around behind her belonged to him. Every minute that passed made her chest a little heavier, and she even found it hard to breathe in his absence.

If the dark shadow with the bushy beard and the clean scent of lavender mixed with bergamot hadn’t given him away, then the husky Norwegian drawl left no doubt who stood behind her. /"Good afternoon, Your Majesty./"