Matt looked at Beverly seeing the pain and hurt on her face. The ping of pain hit him, but he ignored it the best he could. Clearing his throat, a little he stared at the young woman listing to her small statement of not understanding. “Miss. Beverly what do you not understand?” Matt questioned. “Why those childish men run away? In my honest opinion. They do not seem suited for you. Nor fitted for you.
You are far better than any of those, beings dared to desire. You deserve someone so much more, better.” He simply stated.
Standing nervously at the top of the stairs. Sophia paced back and forth. Each man that had came into the castle, her father hadn’t approved. A few she’d liked and could see herself building a life with them. Even if she was to be queen soon. She wanted to build a life with the suitor she chose, but—Her father wouldn’t have that. He wanted her to marry the richest, snootiest, king to be out there.
Zachary Baker, or as many known him. King Zacky Baker. She’d heard the other women talk at the luncheons and such. He was gorgeous, piercing green eyes, and pale complexion. Absolutely perfect. But he was arrogant, snooty, thought he was better than anyone else. Someone Sophia more than likely would despise. Of course, she already did. Seeing her servant come up to her she saw the elderly woman pat her arm lightly giving her an encouraging assurance she needed.
Sophia’s mother passed away when she was a baby. Her father had raised her on his own with help of his staff, and the staff that Sophia thought of as family. Which they surly were. Picking up the front of her
royal blue gown, Sophia slowly descendant down the stairway. Once she was at the bottom she saw the doors to the throne room swing open. Walking onward, she walked inside seeing her father smiling at her. Stopping at his side, she slowly turned staring at the man before them,
King Baker.