“What did you say?” Priscilla’s eyes widened at his casual declaration that he would dispose of a secret lover.
“It is best to extinguish a potential threat before it spreads,” he replied, unfazed. “We should go. Hold on tight.”
Priscilla found her thoughts growing increasingly muddled. Despite Wilhelm’s insufferable demeanor, she couldn’t deny the inexplicable attraction she felt toward him. It frustrated her that he seemed utterly devoid of affection, following her only because of the King’s orders to prevent her from causing trouble before her departure to the Duchy of Carter.
The rhythmic clop of hooves filled the silence as they rode back to the palace. She wondered if the warmth of his body and the steady beat of his heart against her back were merely a figment of her imagination.
Upon their return to the palace, Wilhelm escorted her to her chamber and bowed.
“Rest well, Your Highness.”
