She was mad at me, but it hadn’t been my fault. She might not want to marry me, but there was a certain understanding, respect, trust even, between them, and she now felt I had betrayed that.
“I can’t help it if your almost boyfriend bolted the second he heard you were coming,” I said.
That stung. She didn’t like the way I belittled her relationship with Bart, mostly because everything I said was true. Nevertheless, she couldn’t afford to be the one acting on emotion right now. I was angry. Chivalrous Troy wouldn’t be showing up tonight, not for her.
“Tomorrow morning, I am taking you to see my sister and the royal family of Sartis Est. You will act like the princess that you are, not some commoner who dances on bar countertops. You will be agreeable, make polite conversation and sm
