The King of Hearts no longer followed after her.
That was a good thing, but Sir Julius Ginellevé trailed after her—although he said not a word. It was a wondrous thing when the man was simply tailing after her instead of speaking praises, but even the silence was a bit aggravating as she reached her quarters.
She glanced over her shoulder to see the young man, a thoughtful expression on his face. He was mulling over something and she wanted to know what. "If you have anything to say, speak your mind now while I'm willing to lend an ear."
Sir Julius Ginellevé looked up, amethyst eyes twinkling before he gave her a closed-eye smile. "Ah, as you have lent me your heart, now you would lend me an ear."
Rosalyn Lockhart did not find it amusing.
