The King's Rejected Lady
Fixing her messy golden ringlets to the other side of her neck, Tori gave Chief Keiran an alluring smile.
"Can I come in?"
If we lived in my time as Talia, I would have expected a different outcome from your question.
Opening her door to give him access to enter her room, Tori replied. "It would be my pleasure, Your Grace."
The stiff-looking young chieftain walked briskly to the seat that Tori occupied earlier. With his back on her, Tori looked slowly towards him. "Why are you here, Chief Keiran?"
He only glanced at his back where she was standing, not fully facing her. "Your strategy. Where do you learn to make something like that? It's – "