He held her hand before intertwining their fingers, his thumb stroking the skin on the back of her palm.
Esme was in a daze and her fingers unconsciously tightened around his, taking in the warmth that he gave her. It was a strangely sweet feeling to be held by him like this.
But then she was reminded of something. And she had the urge to swat his hand, to push him away from her but she restrained herself from doing so in front of so many people.
At this moment, a guard stepped inside and bowed to King Alexander and everyone else present in the dining room, ''Your Majesty, they are here,'' he spoke to the King without raising his head.
King Alexander pushed himself to his feet.
Esme was further confused. Who were these people that the King had to stand up to greet them? It was a custom that only existed between Kings.