Raegar stood frozen, his breath catching in his throat as Duchess Eva stepped out of the carriage. She wore a tight-fitting blue dress, clinging to her seductive curves. The dress shimmered under the morning sunlight. Her platinum-white hair was swtied ept into a high ponytail.
Her large blue eyes sparkled, scanning the square. Landing squarely on him. The moment their gazes met, a beaming smile bloomed across her face, as though she had discovered a long-lost friend in the sea of strangers. Raegar's heart stirred. He had always known the Duchess was drop-dead gorgeous.
In that moment, her smile held a spark of mischief, a hint of the spirit that had made her both beloved and hated in the court. Unable to resist, Raegar returned her smile, his own expression infused with a roguish charm. He inclined his head slightly as he marveled at the woman walking toward him.
''Morning, Raegar Blackwood,'' Eva greeted him with a warm smile. ''It's a beautiful morning to go out.''
