Keep me company

Evie did not require that the prince pay her back. She had more than enough money at her disposal and a necklace here and there didn’t make much of a difference to her. Hopefully it would make some more difference to the innkeeper who was now in possession of it.
“No need.” She told the prince and quickly took a look around. It didn’t seem as if anyone had spotted him just yet, but it didn’t stop her from wishing that he get out of this room and away from these people as quickly as possible.
Then, he invited her for dinner. Evie was startled at the notion, having thought that the prince was as proper as they came and that he wouldn’t even consider being alone in a room with a maiden. He then assured her that they would not be alone and, to be frank, that sparked some disappointment within. 
“Alright then.” She agreed and granted him a smile. “I will join you for dinner, but only if you take a warm bath first.”
To make sure he did not catch a cold. As the crown prince, there was no time for him to fall ill. Not to mention how a single cough from the heir to the throne would send the kingdom into a state of utter panic.
“Dominic will keep me company while I wait for you, I am sure.” She added, and although it didn’t sound like one, it was an order. He was getting into that tub of hot water if she so had to shove him into it. 
“Shall we?” Finally, Evie offered him her arm.


Jasper had no idea of knowing if his words rang true. The king had been with many women throughout the years. Lady Andrea was not his first mistress and she would not be his last. He had witnessed them all come and go and he knew that they all wanted the same thing. To charm the king, give him an heir, become the new queen. He hadn’t taken much interest in these private affairs of the king until one day, when a certain black-haired beauty had entered the king’s eye of sight.
He looked at her, a slight smile on his lips.
“It must be so, My Lady.” Luckily, he was no wizard. Only a man with a strict moral compass and ethics. His own interest in the lady had truthfully had nothing to do with his decision to ride after her into the storm. He would have done the same for any woman, although he probably would have spent even more time hesitating before finally acting had there not been some self-interest involved.
He looked down again, since he did not want to be rude and make eye contact. He was not worthy.
“Would you like my coat, My Lady? It is not much, but I am afraid it is all I have to offer.” And without giving her a moment to refuse, he pulled it off and hung it over her shoulders. “There.”