It made no sense since she was swathed in a nun’s clothing so he shook that thought right out of his head. It was not as easy as it should have been to do so as he stared into her wide, bright blue eyes. There was innocence in those eyes, an innocence he was not sure he should put his trust in. There was also an odd mix of fear and determination to be read in her expression. “I believe I was just reading about you,” he said, and held up the message from the king, the royal seal easy to recognize. For a moment he feared she would faint as all the color fled her heart-shaped face. Simon took a step toward her and then hesitated. Instead of swaying, she stiffened, her shoulders going back and her faintly pointed chin lifting. Some of the color began to seep back into her soft cheeks. There was a glint of anger in her beautiful eyes now. But, was the anger due to lies being told about her or the fact that he had already been told the truth? Simon wished he could trust his judgment when it came to women, trust it without indulging in a long time of subtle testing and spying.
