Duncan couldn't eat properly—it was as though the food before him had lost its taste.
She was upset. He could feel it, but the reason was unclear.
Your Grace.
Your Grace.
Those damn words had never upset him as much as they did now, especially hearing them from her lips.
The blue dress looked stunning on her, her skin smooth as porcelain—begging for his mark. She was breathtaking, every rise and fall of her body was tempting.
For a fleeting moment, she met his gaze, then quickly looked away, focusing on the food she was barely touching.
She had been fine yesterday when they parted after the Combat Trial. So why the change?
“How was your night?” he asked breaking the unbearable silence between them. Her movement paused briefly.
“It was very pleasant. How was yours?” her tone still
