"Is there anything else you require before the engagement, Your Grace?" Alistair asked, his posture impeccable as always.
I watched my butler's face carefully. Behind his professional mask, I could see the questions burning in his eyes.
"I've already told you about the ring, Alistair," I replied, shuffling through some papers on my desk. "It will be delivered this afternoon."
"And the gifts for the Beaumont family?"
"Being prepared as we speak." I set my quill down. "Make sure the paints for Isabella are included. The finest quality available."
Alistair nodded, but hesitated instead of leaving. "There's another matter, Your Grace. Where shall I arrange for Lady Isabella's chambers?"
I glanced up from my work. "She'll be staying in my chambers."
Alistair's eyes widened slightly—the most dramatic reaction I'd ever seen from my composed butler. "Your... chambers, sir?"
"Yes, Alistair. My chambers. She will be my wife." I raised an eyebrow. "Is that a problem?"
