Sylvian stepped out of the bathhouse wearing the robe Iliana had provided for him. Running a hand through his damp hair, he headed back toward the room, stopping when he spotted his bodyguard standing near the stairs.
"Your Highness," Cameron said, bowing respectfully as he stepped forward. "Here are your clothes."
"Thank you," Sylvian replied, taking the neatly folded garments from him.
"It would be advisable for you to return to the palace tonight," Cameron urged gently. "The public and the courts are already restless, curious to know how you came to select Miss Martinez as your wife."
"I am staying here for the night," Sylvian pronounced, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Iliana still needs time. As for the people's gossip, you already know how to put an end to it."
"Shall I issue a formal statement that Your Highness will address the court and the whispers regarding the marriage once we have returned to the palace?" Cameron inquired, weighing his words carefully.
