*Summer*
A tall fellow with dark hair approaches me. My mother had the right of it. I do not need to see beneath his mask to know he is Thor. He exudes confidence, wearing his rank like a well-tailored cloak. When he smiles, I feel like my stomach should have gone all a jumble. He is devilishly handsome with power and prestige. I like him well enough, but he doesn’t create any sparks within me. Can I marry a man who doesn't ? Duty dictates that I can and will. But will happiness follow ? Will it be enough so I don’t lie in bed and think of another ?
“Miss Summer”. He says in his warm rich voice, taking my gloved hand and pressing a kiss to the back of my knuckles. “Or should I say Queen Marie Antoinette ?”
I laugh lightly, truly delighted by his perceptiveness. Although I do hope he won
