Once outside on the patio, the cool evening breeze brushed against Seraphina's fair skin, causing her to rub her palm along the length of her arm where the sleeves of her dress didn't cover.
A movement followed by something heavy dropping on her shoulders made her turn to see Lancelot had draped his cloak on her. His masculine and rich perfume filled her lungs immediately.
"The temperature has gone down; we don't want our Snow White freezing, do we?" Lancelot remarked, as soon as Seraphina turned to him. She muttered, "Thank you."
Lancelot nodded in acknowledgement and slipped his hand into his trouser. He began, "You must wonder why I have called you out. Not only that, I know you feel overwhelmed with the marriage proposal going on and why I have insistently pursued it."
Seraphina listened quietly, pulling Lancelot's cloak tighter around her body.
He continued, "Before I go on, I want to know, do you believe in past lives?"
