Bathed and dressed in her nighties, Princess Kamara laid down in bed, her heart filled with elation and peace, for the first time in a long time.

　　Her Callan—no, Declan—is no peasant after all, but a Prince. The knowledge is going to take some time getting used to.

　　At the sound of her door opening, her eyes slipped open. Declan stood at her door. He was dressed in white coif robe with the rope tied into knots at the front.

　　Her heart fluttered. The temperature of her bedroom seem to have dropped as her eyes met his.

　　"Declan..." She has no idea what she wanted to say, only that he...