Breakfast with the King

[KAELIA BRYNN HALLOWAY]

"Is that your chosen attire?" The Prince asks, but his words are barely heard as I watch him place the notebook on the kitchen island.

I am worried about all this. Already stressed and I haven't even begun.

My gaze returns to him in a haze, distraught and thinking of all the ways I'm utterly screwed. When I meet his saltwater gaze again I'm thrown back into reality, shaking