Arthur was sitting in the carriage across from Maria, and though her eyes were focused on the passing trees outside and the bright blue sky, she could feel his gaze on her.
She did her best to ignore him, but the butterflies in her stomach would not let her forget that he was there, just out of arm's reach.
It truly was strange how just about a week ago, the thought of being alone with him made her nervous, but now she missed him when he was not around.
Maybe it was because she had gotten used to him, or maybe it was because he was a constant comforting presence during times when she felt shaky and lost.
Either way, it seemed like every day she found something new to appreciate about the man that was chosen for her to marry.
"So how long do I have to wait before you explain your stint as a grand storyteller this morning at breakfast?" Arthur finally asked, breaking the silence.
