Page 79 of Enchanted Heir
“You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” Renna whispered to me in line. She tended to wait in the back with me.
I nodded. “I did. Kind of.” At a whisper I added, “Tell you later.”
I had met three members of parliament, mouthed off to the leader of said parliament, and also accidentally recognized someone I shouldn’t have. I was a wreck.
I barely had my breathing back to normal when it was my turn to dance with Krew.
“Everything okay, love? You were late getting over here. And did I see you actually speaking to someone we discussed earlier?”
He was wise not to say names. “Um, yes. About that.”
He spun us around and kept his eyes on mine, going graceful as ever, but also slow enough to let me speak.
“In the past twenty minutes, I met three members of parliament, insulted the apparent leader of parliament, and then quite literally ran into someone I was supposed to be avoiding.”
Krew stopped dancing so suddenly that I smacked into him.
“You—” He began laughing.
And I was so stunned he had stopped to laugh that I just stood there looking at him.
I put my hands out in an innocent shrug. “So that about sums up my night. Any chance you want to let me leave early?”
He shook his head and kept laughing as he pulled me back into him. “No. Gods no. Stay all night.”
“You find joy in my discomfort?” I asked with a squint.
He kept shaking his head. “Quite the contrary, I find joy in your efficiency.”
I laughed with him as we spun and began dancing again.
“I’m sorry if I messed up any or all of it,” I whispered.
“You couldn’t,” he whispered back. “It does not matter. The king now wishes to protect your blood, so you are possibly the safest you’ve been while here.”
“I just wanted to be productive tonight,” I told him with a sigh. “I wanted to do something other than look pretty for just one of these things.”
He smirked. “Well, you’ve done it. Prettyandproductive. Though I believe the word pretty is not nearly adequate enough.”
“Thank you.” I tried not to smile like a fool, but I was sure I was anyway.
By the time the dance was over, I fled to my window, content to just fade into the background noise for the rest of the night. Molly, Renna, and Gwen followed suit.
“Not as good as the chocolate truffles, though,” I argued with Molly over the desserts.
“But almost as good as the peanut butter ones?” she asked.
I nodded my agreement. We were trying to scale the types of truffles.
“Ladies,” a voice said from behind me as I felt a hand on my lower back. Krew. “May I borrow you, Jorah?”
“Of course,” I said with a bow and left the others.
“We have been beckoned to father’s balcony,” he said tersely.
“Can’t wait,” I bit out as he took my hand and led us up the stairs.
“I’m sure he wants to update us on your blood,” Krew whispered, annoyed. “But he’s drunk, so be careful.”
