The coach door was quickly opened, and a gloved hand appeared inside. She stepped out of the coach, slipping her hand into the waiting footman's. She couldn't figure out why she was suddenly more nervous than she'd been all day, why the reality of everything had come home to roost.
"Are you ready?" The king inquired.
She took a deep breath and rested her hand on his waiting arm. They walked up the grand staircase. Another footman pushed open the huge door. Unlike the main castle, which stands tall in the crags of rock and exudes authority and nobility, this castle has a rural vibe.
The castle was open, unlike the fortress castle where she and the king live. "I'm afraid I didn't make a good impression on your parents because they waited for us for too long and then appeared like this. "My hair is messed up, and I can smell your masculine scents on me," she said dryly. "Where are your other women?' she asked
