Chapter 67 I Am Sorry

• “Mariah, have you slept?” Mariah heard and sat up on the bed. Alaric was standing at the foot of her bed. He was dressed in a simple white robe, and Mariah guessed it should be his nightwear, after all, the maids dressed her in something similar.
• “Alaric,” she smiled, “not really, still about to though.”
• “I see,” he said and walked to the side of the bed. The moon was shining bright, and its light reflected in the room. Mariah had tied the curtains covering her bed because she wanted to bask in the moonlight. The soft breeze blowing in through the open windows fluttered Alaric’s robe and hair. And just when Mariah wanted to ask what was wrong, he went on his knees, making her gasp in shock.