Chapter Eight.

CHAPTER EIGHT.

With Aliya next to me, I went downstairs for breakfast. The dining table was full and a bit noisy, and the noise only got louder while I approached. As I walked towards the table, I could count about eight people seated around the table while twelve ladies stood by the window. From the dresses of those by the window, I could tell they were all maids. I didn't even know there were a lot of people in the house. Besides Amelia who was seated next to her brother on the table, I didn't recognize any other faces.

"Look who shows her face to the table," a masculine deep voice from across the table said. I took my gaze up to him and I immediately recognized who had spoken. It was Julian-Edelman Kuiper, cousin to Alexander. He was a poet, a master at what he did. I had never seen him before, but I had read most of his manuscript, one of my favorites being his debut poem about ‘Human ego.’ "The newest bride in town. Come have your seat, princess Annalisa."

He made me feel a bi