“I have decided to accept the post, Your Highness.”
The Prince slowly raised the eyes he knew so well how to use, and let them rest a moment on Florent’s face.
“I can promise nothing to any one,” he said. “So if this is to worship the rising sun—think a little.”
Under William’s glance Florent’s first flush deepened.
“I shall be glad in any way to serve Your Highness,” he answered awkwardly.
William faintly smiled, and, half mockingly, put to him the question he had put to Matthew Bromley—
“Why?”
Florent faced the compelling gaze fixed on him, and found, this time, an answer.
“Your Highness makes me feel as I have never felt till now.”