Page 63 of Trapped with the Beastly Duke

This will show them his softer side.

Then they spoke to Lord Danby, discussing matters of security and safety.

So that people might see how Alexander cares for the safety of those around him.

They spoke to Lord Goldstone, Miss Carstairs, and countless others. With each conversation, Rose made sure Alexander was given a chance to shine in some way, though some were more fruitful than others. And as they navigated the crowds, Rose noticed the looks and whispers become less hostile.

Of course, there was still curiosity. There was fascination. But there was little disdain or mistrust.

It is the curiosity about a new, interesting object rather than the fascination with a caged, wild beast.

They were just finishing their rounds when Alexander turned to Rose, an odd look in his eyes. Rose tilted her head to the side.

“Would you honor me with the next dance?” Alexander asked, his voice soft.

Her heart skittered in her chest, and she felt a rush of warmth flow through her body. “I thought you would never ask.”

Alexander smiled, his mouth half open to reply, when a small, weasel-faced man appeared at their side. From his clothes, it was clear he was some kind of messenger.

Rose saw Alexander stiffen as the man approached him.

The man bowed low. “The Duke of Emberly?”

“Yes.” Alexander’s voice had an edge to it that Rose could not quite place.

“I have a message for you, but I was ordered to deliver it in private.” The man glanced at Rose and then back at Alexander.

Alexander frowned. “And can this message not wait?”

“It is a most sensitive matter, Your Grace.” The man inclined his head.

Alexander sighed and turned to Rose. “I fear I must tend to whatever this is. I… forgive me. I shall return as soon as I can.”

Rose felt her heart twist, but she nodded, keeping her smile on her face. “Of course, I understand.”

Alexander nodded to her, but there was a hesitation in him as he turned away from her and left with the man.

Rose watched both men as they left the room, wondering what urgent business would cause someone to interrupt a social event.

Is this the reason for his delay earlier?

“Your Grace.” The liquidly charming voice of the Earl of Verimoor interrupted Rose’s thoughts.

Rose turned to him and smiled. “Lord Verimoor.”

“It is wonderful to see you. And looking so well after all this time.” Lord Verimoor glanced around as though looking for someone. “It would appear that you have been left without a partner for this dance.”

“My husband has been called away on urgent business.” Rose’s smile didn’t falter, but she couldn’t help but stiffen slightly.

“More urgent than his lovely wife? Goodness.” Lord Verimoor smiled and held out a hand. “Well, no matter. His poor choices are my good fortune. A beauty such as you should not be left to wilt on the edges of dance floors. Would you care to dance with me?”

Rose glanced over her shoulder, but there was no sign of Alexander. She looked back at Lord Verimoor’s outstretched hand. His smile widened as their eyes met.

“Very well. Let us dance.” She took his proffered hand, trying to ignore the sinking feeling in her stomach.

At least he asked this time.

“Excellent.” Lord Verimoor led her to the dance floor, and they began to dance. “I swear you look even more radiant than you did when I last saw you.”