Page 74 of A Tenuous Betrothal
“Our fathers have placed us both in this very difficult position.”
But Marc had as well, whether he would admit it or not. She couldn’t ask him to do his duty by her, even though he was the one she wanted. With a hopeless voice, she changed the subject. “I’m afraid I’ve ruined my skin.”
Compassion and understanding filled his face. At least they would be unhappy together. He rested his palm at the side of her face. “Not at all. As I said, you are beautiful.”
“And these words, they are supposed to help me feel more distant?”
“These are our last moments.” He sighed. “Please know, always know, that you are on my mind, in my heart, and have changed me for good, even if I behave... if I seem more distant.”
She nodded, unable to speak. He really was attempting to prepare her for what was coming. Of all the ridiculous notions. She was in love. He’d nearly said he was in love. Why must he continue to resist?
But perhaps he was not really in love, or not in love enough to do whatever it took for them to be together.
And that was the reason she could not marry him.
Kristoff joined them. “Have you seen the fish?”
“What? No!” She rushed forward to the railing where he was pointing. They leaned over the edge together with such an ease and camaraderie that she felt quite sisterly around him. He was pleasant and funny and the least complicated person she’d ever known. Kristoff was exactly what he presented himself as, all the time. And she loved that, especially after the mystery that hovered around Marc.
But she didn’t see anything. “Where are they?”
He tipped his head back and laughed. “There are no fish.”
“What?” She looked from him to Marc and back. “What are you talking about?”
“You and Marc were getting far too serious over here, and I decided you needed a distraction.”
She swatted his arm. “You. We were not. He was simply showing me the map, and then we were discussing, yet again, what it will be like in Oldenburg.”
“Did he tell you it would be full of delicious foods, wonderful balls, and a delightful court?”
“He did.”
“But did he also tell you that you would be surrounded at all times by the most charming men you’ve ever met?”
“No, he missed that detail somehow.”
“Oh, but it’s true.” Kristoff tucked her hand into his arm.
Marc scowled.
“And see? He frowns, but you must prepare yourself. I’m surprised he didn’t already warn you.” Kristoff gave Marc a look of mock concern.
“Not at all, I’m afraid. I’ve received no warnings about the men.”
“Well, I shall have to be the one, then. You must prepare yourself for our brothers.”
“Oh?”
“Yes. Henri and I are but weak examples of the others in the bunch, each equally handsome and worthy. And—”
“Charming, you said.”
“Oh yes, charming. All equally charming.”
“And two married.” Marc crossed his arms.
“True. Layton and Hayes are taken, but I, Henri, Frederick, Karl, and Josef are all free. However, Josef is traveling, so he won’t be around much.” Kristoff held his chin up with a grin. “And we are all highly eligible, or so they tell us.”
