"Do you not trust me?" Aldric asked, his voice soft, laced with hurt.
Sylvia's throat tightened. For a heartbeat, she almost apologized. Almost. But Lorraine mattered more than anything, more than him and his hurt feelings. "If you have nothing to hide, you won't mind if I inform the Prince about your little meetings with the Dowager's moles, right?" she asked firmly.
She was shocked when she saw it. She wanted to trust him and that was why she confronted him about it.
Aldric bowed his head and exhaled. "When have I ever hurt the Princess?"
Sylvia pressed her lips together. His voice carried such wounded sincerity that it almost swayed her. Almost. But the lavender haze lifted almost immediately as her rationality kicked in. He wasn't even addressing her claims. He was just talking about trust. "That's not an answer."
Aldric stepped closer, pressing his forehead to hers. "Then all I can ask is to trust me."
