"Can I kiss you?"

　　Kamara's eyes widened slightly at the unexpected request from Callan. Her cheeks went a deep shade of red, and she lowered her eyes to the ground.

　　Callan was beating up his head six ways to Sunday for blurting out a request like that. She's a Lady, and peasants don't ask Ladies for kisses. What was he thinking?

　　But that was just the problem. He wasn't. All evening he'd been drawn to that bow-shaped pink lips repeatedly. The princess is a very beautiful woman.

　　He shifted uneasily from one foot to another. "I'm so sorry for asking this of you. It was nevery intention to insult you...