Arabelle woke up with a jerk, her breath catching as she tried to orient herself. It took her a moment to remember where she was. Then, the sound of light snoring brought it all back. She was in the hospital.
And in the same room with her was a certain future king.
She shook her head, correcting herself silently—not with her, just in the same room.
Carefully, she sat up in the bed, trying not to make too much noise. Turning her head, she glanced toward the source of the snoring. Sure enough, it was him. For a moment, she just stared, surprised at how different he seemed. In the interviews she'd watched, he'd always appeared so sharp and intimidating. Now, though, he looked... almost peaceful.
Her lips twitched in a faint smile. It was strange to think that the man who could command a room with his presence could also seem so unguarded in his sleep. But her smile faded quickly as his snoring stopped. She froze, wondering if he was about to wake up.
