Rosalind's POV

In case you were wondering, I slept in the bed after blushing for what felt like hours.

Even though I had been reluctant about using the bed I was surprisingly comfortable and I had fallen asleep immediately my head touched the pillow as the stress of the day caught up with me.

I had slept so deeply that Prince Cillian had gotten dressed, had a shower and even served me breakfast in bed. It was the scent of the food that had woken me up.

"Prince Cillian."

It was surreal. I was the one meant to be serving him but he was the one serving me.

His hazel...