forcing my lips to hers like the last two times. It ended just as fast as it had begun. Ornella pressed her palm to my chest, urging
me backwards and removing herself from my grip.
Turning towards the door to leave, she said, “I will see you tonight.”
Not only did she leave me to think over her statement , but I now had a rock-hard cock that I knew if I did not sort, I
wouldn’t be able to contain myself tonight.
Chapter 35
ORNELLA
Terrified, I sat staring at my reflection in the vanity mirror shortly after April and the girls left. Once they’d finished
prepping me—insisting that although there is the bathing ritual—I should bathe now, infusing the water with rose petals
and lavender so my skin smelt lovely.
I had been pampered, plucked, and pruned in places I didn’t even know I had. I looked at myself with my hair flowing in
waves over my shoulders and down my back. Since arriving here, my hair seemed to grow faster than normal, and I wasn’t
altogether sure why.
Eventually, a maid would come and get me and escort me down to Nicholas’s wing where the royal bathing room could be
found. I wasn’t sure what would happen after the rituals were done. April suggested that if the evening air was warm, we
should take a walk round the gardens or even sit on the balcony and watch the stars.
Both of which sounded wonderful, but my nerves were already a wreck just by the idea of seeing Nic without a shirt on
again.
“Your highness, his majesty is ready for you now.”
The maid's reflection appeared in the mirror and her smile seemed brighter than before. My knee length camisole didn’t do
much to cover up every improper part of me. I had requested a matching dress robe. A beautiful sheer white fabric with little
sparkles of gold stars ran along the waterfall sleeves and the small train.
April commissioned the outfit specifically for the marriage rites. Morg made a point in asking about this evening's outfits. I
had no clue about them, until April turned up with them stating how important they are to insight lust and passion.
Following the maid towards his rooms, while four guards trailed behind, clearly Nicholas decided I needed more guards
now, since I easily slipped away from just one last time. I rubbed my sweaty palms down the sides of my camisole and could
feel more beads running down my back.
All that prepping and now I was sure I now smelt like a tavern, which wouldn’t make me seem at all appealing. Nerves
shot down my spine as I tried to relax my shoulders, now standing in front of the royal bed chambers, which lead to the
bathroom.
