Rashid
“I'm glad to see you, Rashid!" A hand clapped me hard on the back. “I hear you're to be courting my daughter soon."
I forced a placid smile on my face, very aware of my mother's eyes on me. I nodded, tilting my glass of champagne up to my lips, giving myself enough time to compose what it was I was about to say.
“Yes, it seems so."
“I'm glad to hear it!" The king let out a roarous laugh. “My daughter speaks very highly of you."
I pressed my lips together briefly. “Does she?"
My mother cut into our conversation immediately. “Well, who wouldn't, Rashid? You are such a charmer."
I wanted to laugh at that. How ridiculous a quality to bring up in front of my soon-to-be father-in-law. As if that man actually cared about my charismatic charms or how well I could sweet-talk people.
