He was trying to get something out of his waistcoat pocket. The room went silent, and for the first time since he had entered the house he fumbled. For he turned to her, caught her gaze, and then sank to one knee. It was the very picture of everything Carolina herself had never had, and she felt her love for him growing sweet and heady in the handful of minutes it had taken for him to reach her, just beyond his father’s throne.īut whatever this vision of him amongst his family had done to her internal registers of emotion, it was nothing compared to. Watching his path across the room, Carolina’s pulse had grown fast and her knees had become a little weak.
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