Knowing Pen and how hesitant to his love she had been in the past, Azriel didn't want her to change her mind again.
Zavian watched humorously as Penelope stalled for an answer.
"I think she is going to say no," Zavian piped in.
"Get out," Azriel ordered. "This is a private moment."
Zavian raised a brow. "And this is my castle, and I am the King. Or have you forgotten?"
And an insufferable boastful one at that, Azriel wanted to voice his thought to the King, but he didn't want the proposal any messier than it had already gotten.
He gazed up at Penelope, her dark hair as silky as the black gown she wore. She was smiling down at him, and all the sadness that covered her since her best friend's death fell off, and he could see the Penelope he had met from the first day at the castle, the maid he had wanted to bed as a challenge, but ended up falling in love with.
It was a crazy, unusual way things turned around, but all for good.
