Bab 403: What You Don’t See 

~ DAVID ~

I stared at Zara, perplexed. She laughed, but it was a little brittle.

"Yes, I'm serious. It's tradition. You've already seen me, which you aren't supposed to do. Very naughty King."

"Zara, what's wrong?" I asked, pulling back from her touch and staring down at her, concerned. "Why are you so tense?"

She sighed and looked down, but didn't shrink away when I put my hands at her waist which had been cinched in by the corseting of the dress.

"I'm just nervous, I told you," she murmured. "I'm… I don't know. I just want everything to go as planned. It's happening, David. It's finally happening—I've waited my whole life for this day and it feels… momentous."

Momentous? She sounded more like Stark than herself. But then, she'd been talking about how she was going to have to learn to speak more like the Arinel Court so she didn't stand out so badly, still.