Why does Delilah’s smile make my heart race? It’s annoying.

I haven’t felt this way for a long time. There was a time, but that was ages ago, with...

“My king?” Vincent’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts. “What did you want to talk about?”

We were already in my office, and I was standing there like a fool, staring blankly out the window. How did we even get here? Was I so distracted by Delilah’s image dancing through my head that I walked in a daze?

“Did Delilah really go to the hill alone? Exercising every morning?” I asked.

Vincent paused briefly. “Yes, my king. Queen Delilah has...