Evening was drawing near. She had left Aurora to her craft and returned to her empty room. Pacing back and forth didn't seem to give her the much needed courage to ask the King's permission.
Would he reject it? Would he be jealous? Would he…
The dress she intended to wear for the dinner lay on her bed. It was sea-green satin, one of her favourites. And she had never worn it to court.
When she looked at the dress, all she could think of was Yeren's eyes assessing her the way it always did when she arrived.
And it always made her feel… seen - not like some random woman that stepped into the room.
After debating until sundown, she donned on the dress, brushed out her hair and left her room.
As she drew closer to his room, her courage kept dropping. Most of it had remained in her room, deserting her when she needed it the most.
Voices were coming from the end of the hall that led to the grand study. She often heard that the King spent a great deal of his time there.
