She pulled her new friend into the alcove, a small room hung with layers of red, purple, and dark green silks drooping so low they effectively cut the space into smaller intimate spaces hidden from the rest of the room.
“I understand about the accidents,” her handsome stranger said as he pulled aside a red silk hanging and settled on the lush carpet, leaning against one of the fluffy cushions scattered across the floor. Cassandra knelt beside him, spreading out her skirts so they pooled invitingly around her thighs. “What I meant was: does it happen often enough that the entire room stops to watch someone walk through?”
Cassandra felt her breath hitch. He knew. Any second he was going to put one-and-one together, realize she was the queen, and then he’d apologize for not addressing her a
