Chapter Eight
Helena studied her eldest brother as he paced the length of the council chambers. His steps held the confidence only he possessed.
“You accept?” He stopped in front of Camille. “You will follow through with the betrothal?”
Camille nodded solemnly. “My kingdom needs this of me. They have assured me you are a man worthy of our alliance.”
His shoulders relaxed, and he blew out a breath. “That’s good news. Very good indeed.” He peered into her eyes. “I promise you, Camille Durand, I will be a good husband to you. We will lead Madra into a golden age of prosperity and safety together.”
The ambassador of Gaule stepped forward and clapped his hands together. He was a little man who’d had nothing to do with Camille since she set foot in Madra. But now he got his chance at being
