“Hardly,” Laurel snorted. She’d barely noticed that they’d started walking until they stood outside her chamber door. “I’m sorry this duty has fallen at your feet.”
“Laurel, stop.” Monty embraced her again. “I don’t begrudge the king’s decision that I find you a husband. I don’t appreciate being rushed, but I would like to see you settled and happy.”
“I’m sorry aboot what I said earlier,” Laurel confessed.
“I’m sorry too,” Monty said with a kiss to his sister’s forehead. “Will you be all right?”
“I always am,” Laurel shrugged as she opened her chamber door. “Goodnight, Monty.”
“Sleep well, Laurel.”
She doubted she would, but she appreciated the sentiment. She donned her nightgown and climbed into bed to say her prayers. The day had been too eventful for her, so despite her fears that her mind wouldn’t settle, Laurel was soon asleep.
