Matt had suggested relocating them to the sanctuary of the office, but Rose resisted. The idea of knocking on that imposing door filled her with trepidation. The prospect of emerging into a room populated by the regal members of Klive's lineage was, according to the clamor in her stomach and the weakness in her knees, not a particularly wise decision.
Doubt seeped into her thoughts about whether she could maintain her composure in front of the King. His striking good looks were equally as intimidating as they were mesmerizing, his presence eliciting a mix of awe and fear.
"Are you ready?" Matt inquired gently, his hand resting on the doorknob.
"Not in the slightest," Rose confessed, casting an uncertain glance in his direction.
The entire situation kept her on edge. Why was the King
