How many times must I ask you to call me Elizabeth?The words echoed in his mind as he stood on the top step, barely registering the door closing shut behind him. He stared at the retreating coach.
She wasthe governor's daughter.
He wasthe blacksmith's apprentice.
His eyes had drunk in the sight of her in that lovely gown; his mind filled with nothing but her as descended the stairs. Flirting at first, finally mocking as she left.
His heart ached as he considered how the governor's reaction had he spoken his mind.
"Sir? May I court your daughter?"