Clotilde's fingers curled firmly beneath the table until her knuckles turned pale. Her teeth sank into her lower lip, biting a little too hard until a thin bead of blood appeared.
"We... have many women like that in our kingdom. I presume my king would easily find one suitable for you." She tried her best not to think too deeply about his intentions, but the way Max looked at her made that almost impossible.
"I don't want just any random woman." Max's voice remained calm, almost lazy, but his eyes never left her. "I want someone strong and beautiful. Someone I could trust. Someone I have already met." His smile grew a little. "Do you know anybody like that?"
