Kylian’s POV“Mr. K, are you sure you want to attend Princess Della’s inauguration dinner in Wakeland?” Roger tried to clarify.The monotonous voice of a warrior echoed from the other end of the call. Swiveling my chair away from my window, I smiled with confidence. “Of course.”I’ve never been more
Della’s POVCompletely exhausted from my argument with Jackson, I only took a short break in my bed.Still feeling restless, I finally sat up and started packing up my things. I needed to go back to Wakeland already, but not only because of my annoyance toward Jackson. Mostly because I already miss
Della’s POVThe room was quite large, probably the second largest on the ship after mine, which wasn’t surprising considering that she’s my beta. The side window wasn’t covered with a curtain, giving the room a natural light.Everything was well organized. Even her bed had perfectly tight triangular
Gritting my teeth together, I ordered, “Follow up on this matter.”When I didn’t hear anything from her, I looked up and stared at her unresponsive facial appearance.“What? Say it!” I ordered, rage radiating in my every tone and action.She bowed her head and said with difficulty, “I’m sorry, Princ
Della’s POV“Princess, we’ve arrived,” Sapphire reported.I’ve already changed into more appropriate clothes. I wore combat boots paired in my brown faux leather and black princess coat. With my hair tied in a ponytail, I let Sapphire and hundreds of warriors toward the newly built manor.It’s quite
She smiled. “Yes, Princess. All are well prepared by the prince.”Then she looked around and tried to open her mouth, but she kept being hesitant. I narrowed my eyes.“Is there something you want to tell me?” I pushed.She swallowed, making me see a hint of fear in her.Discreetly, she looked toward
Della’s POVI leaned back on my chair, retaining my eyes on Diana and patiently waiting for her to speak as Sapphire was.She bit her lower lip, seemingly thinking deeply about what she should do next. After a while of hesitation, she took a deep breath of courage and cautiously asked, “Princess, do
Della’s POVMemories were magical, more vivid than any cameras or recordings. Unlike any devices, we couldn’t delete the things we wanted to forget.Instead, memories became like a broken recorder that kept playing a scene before our eyes over and over again, retrieving all the emotions we’ve worked