When I turned to see Rafayel strolling into the room, dressed dashingly as usual.

“Rafayel...“ I began, my voice trailing off as I glanced over to him. “Don't you want to escort me to the event?”

“Must I escort you?” Rafayel raised an eyebrow in a slight show of sass.

I rolled my eyes slightly, frustration creeping into my tone. “Didn't I already tell you that you need to be present at the event as well?”

“Alright, princess, simple enough—just change first and I’ll get ready too,” Rafayel replied with a casual shrug. “And I do hope you’ll enjoy the breakfast I made with love.”

Mary choked back a quiet...