“Lady Pheresa—”
“Hush!” she said angrily. “How dare you use my name out here. Do you intend to cause a scandal?”
He did not reply fast enough, and that told her the answer.
She drew in her breath sharply. “I see.”
“No, I don’t think you do,” he replied. “Tarry a moment, and let us talk.” “There is nothing we need say,” she told him, walking faster. “I understand this matter perfectly. You have a younger sister, do you not? One reputed to be beautiful indeed.”
“Yes,” he replied with caution.
“Yes,” Pheresa repeated, nodding to herself. Her anger deepened with every step.
“A sister whom you would like to marry to his highness.”