Robert stepped onto the balcony and moved close. His voice was quiet beside her. “This is a day I’ll never forget.” “I’ll never forget it, either,” she said, thinking of the man on the black steed, the man with the emerald eyes. Robert tilted her face up, bending his head to place a soft, chaste kiss on her lips. It was their first kiss; she was supposed to feel fireworks. But she felt nothing.
