“Please, don’t apologize. Can we sit?” Fitz found himself asking, wondering how he was going to navigate this situation, without crashing his lips on hers. He hadn’t thought about meeting his mate. He had too much going on in his life to sit and ponder on such matters. Yet, now he stood here, before his angel, the thought seemed to be all he could think about. Irrespective, she was under his judgement. It wasn’t the easiest of circumstances to navigate. However, he was relieved that he had suppressed his wolf, because if she had committed the crimes she was accused of, then he would not show any weakness, and he would do, what he needed to do, for the good of the realm.
Eliza gasped once more, unable to comprehend why the King would ask her if they could sit, rather than just command it
