In my subconscious, I felt it was him.
Sure enough, it was him.
Audrey tightly grasped the phone, tears already welling in her eyes, her voice hoarse, "Arthur?"
On the other side, the handsome man stood before the massive floor-to-ceiling window of the castle, gazing at the bright moon in the sky, asking, "This late, am I not disrupting Miss Price's rest?"
Audrey replied, "Not at all."
Arthur said, "I called to personally apologize to Miss Price."
Knowing he was referring to the broken promise about dancing, Audrey said, "I received the lilies from His Highness."
On the other side, Arthur laughed, "Why don't you call me Clive anymore?"
"Clive?" Audrey's hand tensed again, her voice choked with emotion, "Are you willing to let me call you Clive?"
Arthur leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window, curiosity coloring his words, "Is Clive very important to you?"
More than just important?
