Brandon stood overlooking the lake that bordered the royal gardens, his eyes a little sad. He could see the elegant preparations made therein by Eleanor, and her silhouette as she waited patiently. Small sounds of feet jolted him back to reality, and he turnd, his brows furrowed.

"It is just me."

Brandon sighed. "Your Highness. You look heavenly."

Conaan gave a small smile as he came next to Brandon, his hands behind him. "She sent for me. Apparently, she intends to own tonight."

"Your Highness..."

"She and I..." Conaan said, squinting a little. The view wwas ethereal, the round glow of the moon touching the lake. Like a little sinful,...