The carriage ride felt eternal.
Couldn't it go any faster?
She needed something to distract her terribly. To distract her from look in his eyes when she had asked what he felt for her.
Was she wasting her time trying to win his affection?
Would he ever come to feel the same way she did?
A few years ago, if someone had told her she would fall insanely in love with the King, she would have wagered her father's watch that she would not.
But look at her now.
She shook her head.
Fate had a way of messing with everybody. And she was no exception.
But how could she tempt him to speak of his true feelings - if at all he had any?
Seduce him?
The idea was maddeningly alluring and she found herself tilting towards it.
Was there a way to seduce such a man?
They were both going to attend the ball, weren't they? There would be ample opportunity to catch his attention - if Garelle and her mother wouldn't swamp themselves around him throughout the whole event.
