Chapter 10

Prescott’s pov

Sitting on the swirl chair behind the huge table in my office, with tons of documents lying carelessly on the table. I picked up the last document and signed it, with a smug on my face.

“Just wait until the coronation is over, I would take over everything,” I smirked to myself, gathering the documents together.

The door flung open and cherry blossom scents filled the air. I already knew who it was, with the pair of her heels clicking aggressively on the marble floor.

“Oh, my Prescott!” Ulrica beamed with a smile, her voice sounded through the room.

I hastily shoved the documents under a folder before moving my gaze to her, Ulrica was looking more ravishing over the years.

“Ulrica!” I stood up from the seat and stretched out my arms for her, Ulrica smiled brightly before running into my open arms.

“How have you been?” she disengaged from the hug, stood on her toes and pecked me on my cheeks.

“Been well.” I took a few steps back and threw my hands inside my pant pocket. S