Keenan adjusted in his seat as she walked into the dining room. He did his best to keep still despite the twisting in his gut.
She looked beautiful as she walked in with her mother. He could certainly see the resemblance. He was glad something was right with her. He certainly didn't help.
Perhaps this is for the best?
He didn't like the sound of that. The knife in his heart sank deeper. For over a decade he had waited patiently, then mourned her for nearly three years, only to discover she was right in front of him.
There was no way he would be able to let her go. He didn't care how long it took or what he had to do to get her forgiveness.
"Your Majesties."
Claude stood to his feet, bowing, and he followed. Eleanor remained seated but welcomed them.
"Thank you," Maya said politely.
