Reinette spared one final looked for Louis' latest choice. He had moved on from the young woman she initially chose to step into her role, and truthfully it was no less than she expected. He was hurt, perhaps even angry with her choice despite the obvious need for it. And so he chose not to be satisfied. Of course, most monarchs rarely were.

Her features were exotic, skin warm and eyes slanting. Though she wore it covered, Reinette knew her hair to be lush and dark. She wore her Spanish ancestry well.

She tilted her face towards Jack.

"I suppose I might better answer that question if you inform me what you have already discerned."

She was watching him, yes. But he was watching her as well.