I heard the carriage doors opening and closing, and the smell of Kral approaching.
“Turn around.” I heard his low, rough voice.
I tried to straighten my back, but the heat of his fingers against my skin made me shiver uncontrollably, and I could feel his fingers moving. Every touch he made was like a feather brushing against my skin. The laces at the back of my dress were tightening, and his breath floated down the back of my neck. My skin was pale pink with sensitivity. I don't understand why my heart beats out of order every time I get close to him.
"Turn around," he said, holding my waist in his hands so I could face him.
The sunlight outside the glass window shone on his deep eyebrows, and the high brow bones cast a faint shadow on his eyes. There was a flicker of gold floating in
