"Oh my, Your Royal Highness," the lady ahead of them exclaimed suddenly.
Her husband bowed, "Your Highness. Do go ahead of us."
Brand refused immediately. After an awkward moment, the couple conceded, returning to their spot.
Carefully, Brand leaned closer and murmured under his breath. "You are exquisite tonight."
Madelyn's eyes jumped to his and she knew she blushed. "And you look as though you would rather face a storm at sea than remain here," she returned softly.
"I would."
She nearly smiled.
Their relationship was easier now. Ever since Lady Wilmot had unbelievably bowed to her, admitting her station, she had found that she had become bolder, freer. She was changed and she loved it.
