Austin came to bed late. He expected to find her on her side of the bed, already sleeping but instead, she was at his desk, writing.
He stood at the door and watched her for a moment. She was mumbling under her breath, her brows furrowed, as if recalling something and then penning it down.
"What are you doing?"
"Writing." She replied without stopping. "Everything Audrey and Emeric taught me. I don't want to forget anything."
He walked into the room and stood beside her, close enough to see the page. She had written about different forms of address, bows, and the names of the king's seven advisors.
"You're thinking too much about this," he said. "You need to calm down."
She set down her pen and turned to look at him.
"Easy for you to say," she said. "You're the duke and his future son-in-law. You don't have to impress anyone."
He didn't say anything, just crossed his arms, as if telling her to continue.
She stood and stepped closer to him.
