CHAPTER ELEVEN
She'd worn the plain clothes his mother gave her instead of the dresses from Camille. Alex noticed it as soon as she appeared at his rooms. He'd sent the captain to get her, a job that was so below him it would have been comical if Anders had any sense of humor.
Etta's golden hair flowed down her back as she peered up at him from the doorway.
"People are going to laugh at me." Was the first thing she said.
"I'll challenge anyone who does," he joked.
She laughed. The first laugh he'd heard from her. "Your reputation precedes you, Your Highness." She walked past him into his suite. "I've heard that there aren't many people you could best in a fight."
"Who speaks such lies?"
"Everyone." She walked toward the sitting room, examining everything as she went. If he didn't kn
