Chapter Twenty-Five.
Eliza closes the door to her apartment, her heart pounding in her chest, as she rests her back against it. Her hand moves to her chest, her hand splayed against the bare skin of her bosom as it rises and falls, in an unnaturally rapid rate. The afternoon had felt like a lifetime, yet had passed in the blink of an eye. Once she had reconnected with her parents, the king, had moved behind her, chatting with ease with her father. They had left the gardens, and the King had taken his leave, requesting they join him for dinner in the main dining hall, with Carson at later that evening.
Her hands trembled slightly, as she attempted to process the events of the afternoon, the almost kiss, the memory causing a shudder to wash through her body.
A knock at the internal d
