Elisa was not sleeping. She was restless, tossing around in her bed as she thought about Sir Karl. What did he mean at that time? Why didn't he talk sooner when they had all the time in the world inside that carriage on their way back to the palace?
Now things were left hanging, and Elisa found herself wide awake from replaying their conversations.
But she wanted to announce her relationship with him to the world. She was the youngest princess, anyway, so Queen Emma must not have a suitor in mind yet. She had not even had her debutante ball, would her mother thought that far already?
Also, Henrie did not follow the queen's choosing of a partner, and Elke did her best to avoid the arranged marriage with Duke Fabian. Why couldn't Elisa do the same with her love life?
As she pondered about it, something knocked on her window.
