Charles fanned himself slowly with the feather fan in his hand, the soft swish of feathers barely audible, as a faint smile played on his lips and he turned her down. "I'm afraid I can't grant your wish on this matter."
Gisela's brows knit tightly together. "Why not?"
"Our wedding was supposed to take place six months ago, but you put up such fierce resistance back then that both our families agreed to delay it to give us time to get to know each other and work through our differences. But the wedding date has been pushed back again and again, and now we're both at the standard marriage age for nobles. Our families were chomping at the bit to get this wedding finalized. We have to hold the ceremony in seven days, no exceptions."
She gasped out loud the second she heard that. "Only seven
