"After I have handled some urgent matters here in the city," Liam promised, "I will visit your father. I will go to the Reed estate and pay my respects. We can discuss the military movements then."
He reached out slightly, as if to touch the wood of the carriage, but kept his distance.
Dahlia stared at him. She looked at his bruised face, at his lying eyes, and felt nothing but disgust. She had spent years supporting this man, managing his messes, turning a blind eye to his minor flaws because she believed he would be a good King. But last night had broken the illusion completely. He was not a King. He was a selfish, reckless fool who couldn't even control his own lust.
She stepped up into the carriage. She settled onto the plush velvet seat, arranging her burgundy skirts around her.
She looked at the footman.
"Close the door," she ordered.
The footman immediately obeyed. He grabbed the heavy door and swung it shut.
SLAM.
