Sixteen

DAMON POV.

"Still sleeping," I texted, waiting for her reply. It was past noon and she was still sleeping.

"Just made a horrible lunch" she texted back, which sent me chuckling in front of Anna. "I wasn't at the office today as I had just woken up by myself.

She had complained to my uncle who didn't see it as anything, as long as an heir is produced was what he was after.

This made talking to Kiara easy at any time of the day. "So, how horrible, like rate it," I requested.

"A lot of bad, those numbers won't work," she texted back. "I thought it was easy, I watched Beatrice throw stuff," she complained in a text.

"You didn't help in the kitchen," I asked. "I did, in cutting stuff, I have good knife skills," she boasted in her text.

"Then eat your knife skills," I teased as she went quiet, sending only dots.

I couldn't get to see her next text because a maid came informing me of the king's summon.

On getting to his quarter, I saw him having a talk with someone. "Bryce, about time," he