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He refrained from glaring down at his friend and knew better than to speak his denial out loud.
Eyes were always on him. He'd taken a risk responding to her first sally. To be seen talking to Else during the ceremony could lead to gossip and speculation that could run the gamut from him proposing to Else to him being unhappy with his brother's choice in brides.
"I'm surprised she can't feel the weight of your salivating stare from here," Else said in a subvocal, barely moving her lips as she'd learned long ago to do, just as he had.
Privacy maintenance skills. They had them.
Tor's gaze caught on sapphire blue eyes looking straight at him. Instant erotic heat zinged through him, and he was grateful for the cut of his tuxedo.
Blythe's beautiful lips parted on a puff of air and in that moment, no one else existed for either of them.
He was sure of it.
"I told you," Else hissed. "She's into you too. You better do something about it, Tor."
Blythe's gaze shifted to Else, a slight frown marring her beautiful features and then she returned her full attention to the bride, groom and priest.
Refusing to acknowledge Else's words, he wondered what had caused that frown.
Blythe smiled, watching Janice, new Crown Princess of Tapt Oyer, rush off to meet her new husband as they escaped their wedding reception early.
It was sweet, the way the King had arranged for them to leave for their honeymoon without the fanfare that Janice would rather avoid. He might be a king and part of the oligarchy, but that man understood romance.
Even if the marriage proposal had been anything but. A member of Tapt Oyer nobility, Janice had grown up knowing that if things played out a certain way, she could one day be a princess, or queen. Blythe shuddered at the very thought.
She had no desire toward what many would call a fairytale ending. She'd seen the cost that came with the title of royalty. Poor Janice had had to change careers to something that worked for the palace.
Blythe could not imagine giving up her travelog to marry anyone, much less a stuffy king like Holger.
"Did my brother and new sister-in-law abandon their guests?"
Blythe knew that voice. The sarcastic tone was all too familiar.
"Tor." She turned to face the youngest Asgersen prince. "Don't say anything."
"You think I would?" he asked, affronted. "I live under the same microscope my brothers and father do."
She forced down the totally inappropriate attraction she felt to the younger man. Seven years her junior, he was too young for her.
Not to mention, he was a prince. Another serious strike against him.
"Your brother is a king; I don't think the microscope is on the same setting for you." Blythe tried not to wince at how disparaging she sounded.
She didn't mean to put Tor down. For a prince, he was a nice guy. Funny and caring about his family, even if there always seemed to be some kind of barrier between him and the rest of the Tapt Oyer royals.
Tor frowned, but shrugged. "If you say so."
That was another thing she liked about the younger man. His wasn't defensive or egotistical.
Which probably made her less careful than she should be with the stuff she said to him.
Regardless, she couldn't afford a lot of alone time with the prince that, in Blythe's estimation, was twice as sexy as his two older brothers. Combined.
"I need to get back to the reception." Blythe went to move around him.
"Why?" he asked, conspicuously not moving out of her way.
"What do you mean, why?"
