#Chapter 186: A King Can’t Be Selfish

Seeing Roman in his wedding suit, I start to lose my nerve.

Why in the world would I think I could convince him now, when he’s ready to go and greet the nobles and other guests? By coming in here, I’m only embarrassing myself.

Mortified by my own impulsive action, I turn around and start to leave.

“Tessa,” Roman calls out.

Shit. I’ve been caught.

“Come here,” he says.

It’s too late to escape from