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Chapter Twenty-Seven
Roman continued his visits every night in my quarters and not long I started to anticipate on his nighty visit that's until the night before our wedding.
He never came.
When the clock strikes twelve I'm more than ready to march towards the tunnels into his quarters for an explanation. But before I could rip open the secret door inside my closet I saw a note in the ground with his penmanship.
My Princess,
I am beyond frustrated right now that I can't be with you. As per tradition, we are not allowed to see each other before the wedding. And besides, I'm being watched by your father's manservant. But I promise to make it up to you tomorrow night.
Roman
I huff, stomping my foot on the floor as I walked out of the closet.
“You should learn to close your windows, Victoria,” every nerve endings on my body stood alert as goosebumps erupted on my exposed skin. I physically shivered, hearing the familiar voice of the one person I'd
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