You did not love Dominic. Not in the way you loved his brother, Prince Simon. He could see it in the way your eyes sought his in a crowded room.

It irked him. You were his betrothed, even if he did not love you. As was his right as the future king of Veridonia.

Dominic placed a hand on the small of your back, drawing your attention back to him, "Would you care to dance? It would be wise of us to maintain appearances." He hated balls.

But what better way to remind his brother of his place?