Gods. The one time I try to impress someone and it backfires in my face.
"No! My lord, you are good looking! I mean you are good looking compared to convential standards er rather..." I sigh. Defeated. He has been in the room for all of 5 minutes and I have made a total fool of myself.
"I do think you are good looking. My lord." I admit bowing my head to look at the floor. I'm sure the rouge on my cheeks is not covering up my embarassment. Too many seconds tick past. I dare not steal a look at Adeline or the Comte as I'm sure I have made him mad. I think hear a small, velvet chuckle.
"Well, I must say, after all the fluff talk of the royal court... The honesty is refreshing, Jacqueline." He smiles and my heart swells. I feel like I would do most anything to make him smile. But I know I
