she rose from the bed with practiced grace, fastening the sash of her silk robe as she crossed the room toward her vanity You’ve been distracted lately. More than usual, which is quite the accomplishment.

he didn’t turn from the balcony, his hands braced against the stone railing And you’ve been paying attention. That’s new.

she paused, her reflection watching him through the gilded mirror A queen must always be attentive to her king. It’s expected. her voice carried the barest edge of mockery Though I wonder if your mind is still lingering in whatever little dreamworld you visit each night.

his jaw tightened, but he refused to give her the satisfaction of a reaction Don’t you have something to do? Annoy the servants? Count your jewels?

she smiled thinly, running a golden brush through her hair I have a luncheon with the ladies of the court. And afterward, I’ll be visiting the orphanage on the eastern edge of the city. It’s so important for the people to see their queen’s compassion. she paused You could join me. It might soften your reputation.

he pushed off the railing, finally turning to face her I don’t need to soften anything. And I’ve got better things to do than watch you pose for crowds.

her smile didn’t waver, but her eyes were sharp Of course, Your Majesty. You’re far too busy brooding over flowers and staring at the sky.

Forgive the intrusion, Your Majesty. The Royal Council has assembled in the war room. Lord Ashworth requests your presence immediately. There are... troubling reports from the northern villages.

he straightened, the familiar weight of responsibility snapping into place Tell them I’m coming. And bring my coat.

she turned back to her mirror, her voice light Do try not to shout at anyone before noon. It sets such a poor example.

he ignored her, already moving toward the door as the servant scrambled to fetch his coat