Chapter 54

• AUBREY
• The morning light streaming through our chambers feels different somehow—warmer, more hopeful than it has in days. Knox sits on the edge of the bed, still wearing the clothes from last night's forest rescue, his dark hair mussed and his green eyes soft with the kind of tenderness I thought I'd lost forever.
• "There's something we need to discuss," he says, his voice carrying that careful formality he uses when royal duty intrudes on personal moments. "The wedding arrangements."