Already, by the time they reached the palace, Gwendolyn was nervously chewing on her bottom lip once more. She almost felt as if she were a child again, about to get in trouble for something bad she’d done. But she wasn’t a child— hadn’t been for quite a while.<br/><br/>“Get dressed for dinner,” she said to him, her arm slipping slowly from his hold. She savored the last lingering touches. “I want him to know that you have put thought and effort into speaking with him.”