ALFRED POV

I opened my chamber doors to be greeted by unfamiliar loneliness as it had grown fond of Hanni’s presence and I glanced at the masters bed—my bed with her body imprints still etched on it and I quickly removed any traces of her from the covers so as to calm my beating heart for I miss my mate and even though I did not want to admit it…I miss being with a woman, but out of respect and wanting to be a better man for her… I find myself thinking about being with only her.

“The table is set my king” a serving maid called from the chamber...