Prince Richard blew out the candles and then leaned toward her. “Be careful. They are trying to get us drunk.”
“I wondered why the broth tasted so…strong.” She set her spoon down. “They really expect us to marry, don’t they?”
He nodded. “The sooner, the better. And if we happen to get caught in a compromising situation…our fate would be sealed.”
“This is so…unreal.”
He glanced at the closed door she assumed led to the kitchen. “We must not play into their hands, Christina. We must not let them think they are succeeding.”
Success would mean marriage. Something neither of them wanted.
Jacques returned with a bottle of red wine. He frowned at the extinguished candles, lit them again, and then poured a taste for Prince Richard, who nodded his approval.
Wine? She didn’t want a glass. She
