The candlelight danced across Flora's face, and she could feel the subtle pressure from Arthur's palm.
Flora's heart fluttered uncontrollably, a shy blush appearing on her cheeks. Even her breath became slightly hasty, her skirt sweeping across the floor with the rhythm, as if trying to envelop the sudden heartbeat.
The Earl of Liverpool listened to Conroy's grievances without a change in expression, merely lifting his cane to tap gently on the carpet: "Sir John, please remember that in the matter of succession, merit cannot be anyone's talisman. However..."
