“Somewhere in this palace, there is a woman who will be your wife.” I saw his mouth twitch, the beginnings of a hopeful smile. “Maybe you don’t know which face it is yet, but think of the girls in that room. Imagine the one who loves you the most. Imagine your ‘dear.’” His hand was resting next to mine on the seat, and his fingers grazed mine for a second. I shied away from the touch.
