Peytra and Jors were both dumbstruck by the proposal. Jors paused, unable to fully comprehend what the King had just said. Peytra blinked for a moment and then regained her composure, she replied smiling, “I am flattered ,Your Highness, but I love Jors, and that is who I wish to be with.”
Half his lip lifted into a smirk, something shifting in his eyes. “Pity. Well, then. I believe this conversation has run its course. You may await my decision.” And he waved them off, dismissing them into the hall.
The pair blinked at one another.
“How do you think it went?” Peytra asked.
Jors placed his gloved hand on the side of her face. “I’m not sure. He’s quite… mercurial. I know you were splendid while I very well was close to treason.”
Peytra smiled when an idea struck. “Jors, do you know how
