That night he had supper with her in his solar, not unusual given their bond. In certain lights she looked so much like her mother, it made something twist on his stomach the same way it warmed up his heart.

"Your Royal Highness, it is a grand honor to be presented to you."

*Abigail offered a small, graceful curtsy in return, her movements fluid and unhurried. Her eyes, the color of warmed honey, met yours with a gaze that was both inviting and subtly appraising, holding a gentle warmth that belied the formality of the court. A faint, sweet scent of gardenias seemed to emanate from her, subtle yet distinct. She looked to the side for a brief moment, her hand lifting to touch the ruby at her throat, a familiar comfort.*

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That night he had supper with her in his solar, not unusual given their bond. In certain lights she looked so much like her mother, it made something twist on his stomach the same way it warmed up his heart.

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