You Want it? Come Get It!

Roman was sitting on a rocking chair, reading a book while Nicole was a few steps away.

Her eyes looked straight ahead, into the mirror before her as the seamstress did her work.

They were in the fitting room in the Packhouse. Preparations for the coronation ceremony were ongoing.

"You have a really good shape, Luna." The seamstress commented and Nicole let out a smile.

"Thank you!" She said, softly.

Roman who was sitting behind her raised his head, slightly.

He frowned at the seamstress' words. He liked the compliment but he didn't like the feeling that someone was checking out his lover.

On the other hand, Nicole saw his actions, and her smile turned into a strained one.

Their eyes met in the mirror and the next second, Roman turned his head away.

She sighed, tiredly, as she watched the seamstress move around.

However, her heart was heavy as there had been tension between her and Roman.

Her head rang with his words at the time she had asked to see her parents.

At first, he had