Later that night, once the guests had departed and the corridors grew quiet, everyone began retreating to their chambers. Katelyn walked slowly, her heart beating faster as she spotted Sage waiting outside her door.
Earlier, during their dance, she had asked him to meet her here.
As she approached, Sage turned his head toward her. The sudden contact of their eyes made her falter, her fingers curling into her palms.
"What was it you couldn't say earlier?" Sage asked.
"Ah… that…" Katelyn began, gathering her courage as she stepped closer. But before she could finish, her heel caught on the hem of her gown. She stumbled forward with a small gasp.
In an instant, Sage's hands were on her, steadying her. Her fingers clutched at his arms instinctively, feeling the firm strength beneath them.
"Careful, Princess," Sage murmured, a small smile tugging at his lips.
"Thank you," Katelyn said, her gaze meeting his again. She fiddled with her fingers, worrying her lower lip.
