Aidan's pulse was still thrumming with elation, from the call he had received a few minutes ago.
His mother had promised to accept Anna into the royal family, but she had made it clear there would be one condition. She had sounded almost amused when she told him she would explain everything in person.
The palace was barely fifteen minutes from his penthouse, and she had said she would arrive within half an hour. That was thirty minutes ago, and now another thirty minutes have passed.
The anticipation was gnawing at him. He was pacing the length of the living room, with impatience, his polished shoes making a clacking sound against the dark marble floor.
The air smelled faintly of leather from the deep-set armchairs near the fireplace and of the faint citrus cologne he had applied earlier, a scent now mixing with the sharper tang of tension.
