The Doubts of a Queen
A soft sigh escaped Rosalyn Lockhart's lips—the propelling force in her chest died down. The Queen of Hearts had already accomplished her task and so the anger and energy washed over her, and she finally realized the situation she was in. The cold air breezed over the uncovered legs of hers and she tried not to knock her knees together.
Everyone's eyes were on them.
And she was clad in her nightgown. Rosalyn Lockhart ground her teeth together but kept her silence. The King of Hearts gave her another one of his looks—the look that irked him. Compared to her outburst, the man was nothing but a cold cube of ice in a summer's day morning… and that meant that he was more refreshing and appealing to the eyes of everyone.
But she didn't regret this.