Chapter 59: Heartbreak (2)
Penelope walked with Tyrion to the centre of the room and positioned herself for the start of the dance.
Tyrion appeared to be even more handsome tonight, and it certainly wasn’t missed by others. Was it because he wore a palace uniform which was greatly decorated, or was there some other reason behind the dashing look he had now?
Was it because she had to let go of him soon that he appeared so handsome?
Did Tyrion look so handsome tonight to sway her decision?
"You look lovely," Tyrion said, disturbing the silence that fell upon them.
"Thank you. You are also very dashing tonight. You’ve dressed up more than usual. Is it your parents doing, or is there something special about this ball?" Penelope asked.
"It was my parents’ doing. I have to look the part of a man getting ready to become king. I thought it was all for nothing, but I am pleased to hear that I look dashing. Did you like my gift?" Tyrion asked, curious what she thought of it.
Who was the other man so foolish as to send her a carriage?
"It was grand. Thank you for thinking so highly of me as to send a carriage, but you must stop this. You shall be named king soon, and you are expected to name a woman to marry before then. Please, don’t try to sway me," said Penelope.
It was already hard to stick with her decision to not accept his advances so his gifts and the things he said were coming close to having her change her mind.
Penelope looked down at their feet as they danced so she could avoid his gaze.