Had he pushed too hard, she would have brushed him off, and the fact that she felt certain that he would respect it if she did was part of why she had warmed to him.

She had come to treasure their stolen moments together, and the sweet thrill of growing attraction.

Because yes, she did indeed both care for him and find him desirable, even if she wasn't yet quite ready to be as transparent about it as Daemon.

She took her seat with as much regal grace as any queen, keeping hold of Daemon's hand.

"How did you imagine this would go, on your way here?"