"I would like to have the princess's hand in marriage!" Zorat declared.
At Zorat's utterance, it was like a bomb had gone off in the throne room as several gasps of shock escaped both the royals and all the gathered ministers.
But none was more shocked than Princess Elowen herself, who was blushing heavily and trying her best to maintain her composure while throwing furtive glances in Zorat's direction.
'Does he… like me too ?!" Elowen thought excitedly inside.
The steamy memory of the last time they had met and how he made her feel had been playing on repeat in her mind while waiting for when they would be alone again.
She flushed crimson as she gazed shyly from the side at Zorat in the center of the throne room, and made his request known with passionate conviction.
Someone else was just as shocked as Elowen, and that was the first high minister, Duke Clavian, whose firstborn son had been betrothed to the princess, slated for marriage since they were young.
