A faint, contemplative smile touched his lips. She had spent a night with the king and didn't even know it.
A few minutes later, Bella arrived at Henry's chambers. The soft knock at the door was followed by her graceful entrance, announced quietly by the guard stationed outside. Henry was seated in a cushioned chair near the hearth.
Bella paused just inside the doorway and bowed. "Your Majesty," she greeted softly before rising and approaching him. The gentle rustle of fabric accompanied her steps.
Henry regarded her with a curious smile. "So tell me, Bella. What have you been reading?" he asked, his tone light with genuine interest.
