Chapter 113
Juliet stood by the window of her chamber long before the sun rose. Her body was still, but her thoughts spun endlessly. She could not forget the kiss. It had burned her lips and unsettled her heart, but what disturbed her most was the way Parkston's eyes had widened when he saw it.
Juliet pressed her palms together, whispering to herself, "I am no traitor." Yet the whisper did not sound like truth. She thought of her cousin Jonah's piercing voice, the sharp rebukes, the constant reminders of duty. Jonah would never forgive her if she knew how far Juliet's weakness had gone.
Later, when the court began to stir, Juliet sought out Parkston. She found him by the colonnade, leaning against the stone, his arms crossed. His face was calm but his eyes hardened the moment they fell on her.
"Why are you here?" he asked quietly.
Juliet stepped closer, folding her hands before her. "To speak."
"There is nothing left to speak," Parkston muttered. "You made your choice."
