#Chapter 39 Drawing Ire

I smiled softly. There really was no arguing with that assertion. “Very well. I accept your proposal,” I said. “Thank you.” Andrew smiled back at me. “Good. I know that it must be hard to accept help right now—” “It’s not that. Well, it’s not only that. It can just be hard to believe sometimes that people can offer so much help without eventually getting annoyed or wanting something in return.” Andrew squeezed my hand. “Don’t worry. That won’t happen with me. I promise.” Parker chose that moment to knock on the entryway. “Pardon me Your Highness, Ms. Blanchard, but a room has been made up and appropriate clothes have been found, both for the rest of the night and for in the morning. Carl should also be returning with Ms. Blanchard’s car any time now.” “Thank you, Parker. Will you please show Ms. Blanchard to her room now?” “Of course, Your Highness. If you could follow me, Ms. Blanchard.” Parker turned on his heel and walked out of the room. Andrew and I stood up and follow