The next day, as Daphne woke up, she noticed a small bouquet of flowers on her bedside table. Daphne blinked the sleep from her eyes and sat up, her gaze falling on the flowers. Tucked among the petals was a small, folded note. She picked it up, her heart giving a little flutter as she read the familiar, elegant script.
For my princess.
She didn't need to guess who had sent them. He had called her princess the last time he visited, and the simple endearment brought a smile to her lips. The ruthless general actually knew how to woo a woman. A surprising warmth spread through her. She hadn't realized how much she had missed his presence. He didn't visit her yesterday.
Daphne quickly hid the flowers in a chest where they would be safe from prying eyes, especially from her maid, Elara. She wasn't ready to answer questions about them.
Just as she closed the lid, her door opened and Elara entered, her expression as pleasant as ever.
