Ardala fussed with her gown, he’d accepted her father’s invitation to the party, and she was finally going to get to see him again. Her father had refused to allow her to run across the city to him, had asked her to wait for him to meet Vajra and to approve of him before she ran headlong into his arms. She still didn’t know how he was feeling about her, she hadn’t gotten any further letters from him, so she was just going to have to wait.
Dinner came first and she dined at her father’s right hand as usual. Halfway through the meal he looked over at her with amusement. “I have had an offer for your hand in wedlock, my darling. The Prince of Spring believes that you would be an excellent match.”
Ardala choked on her wine, looking over at her father incredulously. “Father, I-“