"I have a daughter," he murmured again, as if the words were foreign, something his mind was still struggling to grasp. Then he looked up and his piercing blue gaze met Grace's once more. "Grace."
It was the first time he said her name, and it sent a strange sensation rippling down her spine.
She swallowed, but kept her expression carefully neutral. "Your Majesty," she replied, more out of courtesy than from a need to bond with him.
King Lester's lips parted slightly, as if caught off guard by the formality and Grace saw a flicker of what looked like regret or was it disappointment… cross his face before he quickly masked it.
What was he expecting? That she'd be moved to tears and rush into his arms or fawn over him for addressing her by her first name?
Martin, who had been silent since his initial shock, finally shifted forward. His expression was still unreadable, but his voice was steady. "Young lady, I understand this is overwhelming. But we didn't come here to...
