Bianca
The silence was deafening.
Had I made a terrible mistake by not following tradition? What if the King was offended?
I’d been trained for moments like this since childhood, though—to stand tall under scrutiny, to never let them see you sweat. So I kept my chin up and a small, practiced smile on my face as I walked into the room.
The crowd parted as I moved forward, creating a path through the sea of people. And there stood Isaac, looking annoyingly handsome in his midnight blue suit.
When I reached him, he took my hand and bowed slightly, bringing it to his lips. His eyes never left mine, and I found myself holding my breath as his mouth grazed the back of my hand.
“You look beautiful,” he murmured.
“Are you sure?” I whispered back. “Everyone is staring
