The king was well aware of the warmth that came from her, of how nice her arm felt looped with his.
"Thank you," he said, readily appeased by her demeanor. "Things are complicated, at the moment." He sighed. "I feel restless, like perhaps I made a mistake," he said, his eyes stormy.
They passed a tree replete with blooms, and he took a blossom from it, looking at it for a moment, before turning to her, and tucking the flower behind her ear. "There. Now you're fit to join me at the summer ball," he said, the corner of his lips tugging up.
"What do you think about the situation?" he asked, trying not to focus on her very inviting-looking lips.