Captive Princess (Sophia) novel Chapter 37

Chapter 19

The day before the wedding, Sophia sat at the vanity in the bridal suite, her fingertips tracing the diamonds on her wedding dress. The sun was shining, and staff bustled outside, preparing for the ceremony. Everything seemed perfect.

A soft knock came at the door.

“Princess?” Alexander entered, holding a cup of warm herbal tea and a small, elegant velvet box. He was dressed in a well- fitted black suit, his eyes impossibly gentle.

“You barely touched your breakfast,” he said, placing the cup beside her.

Sophia looked up, a small smile on her lips. “Is this Alexander’s way of disciplining me?”

“I wouldn’t dare.” He leaned down and handed her the box. “I’m just worried you’ll be hungry.”

Before she could react, the suite door was pushed open soundlessly.

A tall figure stood in the doorway, his black trench coat still carrying the chill of the night.

Vincent.