The car hadn't even cooled before Levi scooped me up like I was something precious he'd kidnapped—which, frankly, he practically had. One arm under me, the other carrying all the luggage like it weighed nothing. "Where are we?" I asked as the door swung open. "This is the Royal home right outside the capital," Levi said. Home. Cute word. Dramatic tone. I finally took the place in—and shit. The cottage was huge in that old money that pretends to be modest but actually screams wealth way. White stone, a slanted mossy roof, balconies wrapped in vines, lanterns hanging from branches like floating fireflies. Trees framed everything, tall enough to swallow the house whole, with wildflowers and moonlit blossoms spilling around the pathway. It looked like a fairytale dropped acid and decided to go minimalist. "All the previous queens spent their wedding night here too," Levi added. Of course they did. Inside was more of the same—white, beige, sunlight preserved inside glass windows, r
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