Bab 119: Midnight

At my question, a spark of amusement lit in his eyes. "Well, I always see to myself that I practice discretion wherever I am and whomever I am with."

I smiled. "Captain, has anyone ever told you that you have a way with words?" 

"A few times, yes," he said. "Now, don't beat around the bush, Your Highness. What is it that you want to tell me?"

"I am not wearing my crown, so don't call me that." 

His brows flick upward. "Okay, then, Rosie." 

"You're the one with the questions, not me." I crossed my legs, my hands involuntarily wrapping themselves around my arms. "What do you want to know?" 

His gaze went to my arms, and before he spoke he stood up. He proceeded to remove his jacket and put it over my shoulders. "There's a lot." 

He was only wearing a long-sleeved shirt, showcasing his biceps. I did my best not to stare. "I did not wish to be married off."