Reagan pulled back and stared into her eyes, his face creasing into a frown.

"You don't seem happy, sweetheart. Is it the clothes? If you don't want to wait till tomorrow to go shopping, I will order the stylists to come immediately. Ok?" He said, as gently as he could.

Aurelia looked up at him and smiled.

"I'm alright, your majesty. You can go ahead with your duties. I'm sure you have lots of things to attend to. You have been away for so long. Your office needs you" she said, pasting a fake smile on her face.

Reagan smiled in satisfaction.

Her good sense and understanding have made him...