Chapter 41 : Caged In

*Rowan*

I shoved another piece of bacon in my mouth and chewed it. The dining hall was beginning to be draped in streamers and fabric, the structures assembled that would eventually hold the endless greenery and florals that were going to decorate the palace for a wedding that would never happen.

Genevieve's note was folded in my pocket, but I felt like I could still see it. I loved the hurried scrawl that marked each of her notes, the way it made me feel as if she was always in a rush to speak with me. And she seemed to be.

Genevieve wanted me in spite of the fact I was a prince, not because of it. She loved me in spite of a lot of the things I'd done and had the patience to see who I was under the facade of the uncaring playboy. She might have been disgusted by who I was when we met, but she had the patience to get to know me all those mornings in the gym.

For once, this note wasn't a matter of life and death. It wasn't about the fact that we had to constantly meet in secrecy