"So you don't believe in love?" the King asked.
"I've never had the luck to experiment a converted love match." She admitted.
"May I ask, miss Roselyn, would you renounce love in a change of your desires to be fulfilled?"
Roselyn cocked her head to the side looking thoughtful, wondering why he would ask such a thing.
"My desires don't even have the privilege to be taken into consideration, your Highness. My mother already imposed that if I don't find a gentleman in one month, she would arrange my marriage with Lord David even against my will." Roselyn's words came out of her mouth unconsciously. Probably she couldn't fully realize that the man she was confessing to was not only an unknown but also the King itself.
"I'm sorry." He said and for the first time probably in his life, he was being honest about his emotions.
"I always talk a thousand words, the bad vice of mine. Didn't want to bother you with my complaining," she said as she realized how much she shared.
