Samuel’s face turns even redder. So does mine, I imagine, from how hot it feels.
I can’t reprimand Caleb from saying such things – especially not when he’s sitting on his throne, in front of so many people watching and listening.
Still, before he walks away, he does somehow manage to speak up. “I am faithful to my wife, King Caleb. In fact…” Reaching into his inside coat pocket, he retrieves an oblong velvet box, the kind usually with jewelry inside. He hands it to Leah. “I wanted to give this to you privately, Leah. But I think it will make my intentions clearer to the King.”
Leah opens the box and gasps. “I love it, Samuel. Will you put it on me?”
Caleb narrows his eyes, as if trying to discern the purpose. I don’t fully understand the point of this show either, until Samuel removes
