My table is doing chapters 10-13. I am doing a section from chapter 11.
I feel a wave of nausea within me. I think I should go take a step outside.
Are you unwell, Princess?
Oh, hello. I didn't see you there.
Don't worry. It is not really improper for us to spend a few minutes alone together. We are, after all, betrothed, and have been for a long time. Indeed, our betrothal is one of my earliest memories.
I don't remember it.
They led me up to where you lay, and told me that someday you and I would wed, and at that moment you started crying. Everyone laughed, and I started crying too. My nurse gave me a piece of sugar to suck on.
I hope, Princess Anna, that the thought of our engagment does not displease you now.
Oh, no, Prince Constantine, the thought is most pleasing. I can think of no one I would rather wed.
Good! Now, perhaps, we had better return to the feast. Engaged couples are notorious for sneaking off on their own and we don't want anyone to think that we're doing anything.