That night, Daphne was brushing her hair before the mirror when she felt his gaze heavy on her from across the chamber.
He had not spoken much since they left Katherine's rooms.
He'd been attentive, carrying her cloak, serving her at dinner, kissing her hand but beneath it all, his silence had weight.
She set the brush down and turned. "Ric?" she called softly.
He was standing by the window, hands clasped behind his back, the moonlight sharpening the edges of his profile.
Slowly, he turned to her, his eyes darker than the night outside.
"You looked too perfect today," he said at last.
His voice was low, restrained, but the restraint only made it more dangerous.
"Holding that child as though he belonged to you."
Daphne's breath caught. "Ric…"
He moved before she could finish, crossing the room with long strides until he stood before her, caging her face in his hands.
His laugh was soft, almost broken. "I heard you today....with Katherine."
Her heart skipped.
