“That’s a good question. Clearly, she loves him and wants to get married. I know Dexter likes her, cares for her even. He’s attracted to the fact she’s a fierce fighter, a warrior like no other, and loyal. I’m not sure he’s actually in love with her, though. He considers her a great friend to be sure, but beyond that, I don’t know.”

Colbert had no reason to lie. So why had he told Reid this? Was he trying to help her understand Dexter better? She supposed friends discussed this sort of thing. They also told each other the truth. “I’ve never been in love,” she admitted. “And I’m scared to marry your brother. Especially since we’re not even friends.” She clasped her hands together, waiting for his reaction.

He nodded in understanding. “That doesn’t surprise me, given your upbringing. Honestly, I’d feel the same way if I were you.” He shifted in his seat, then winced and cradled his side.

“Are you all right?”

“Yes, I just twisted too quickly. I’m sure I’ll be better in no time.”

“How did you hurt yourself?” She tried to sound nonchalant instead of like she was fishing for information—even though she was.

“I was doing something I shouldn’t have been. Which is why I don’t want my parents or anyone else to know I’m injured. I feel bad enough—I don’t need them hounding me.”

“I can understand that.” Reid chuckled. “Are you going to be able to attend the engagement party tomorrow?”

“Everyone expects me to be there.”

“I don’t want you to injure yourself any further.”

“I’ll be careful. Maybe I’ll walk a little slower than normal and refrain from dancing, but I will be there.”

She reached for his hand, squeezing it gently before releasing it. “I’m glad I will have at least one friend in attendance.”

Reid tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Tomorrow, her engagement to Dexter would be formally announced to the people of Axian. Nara had pulled Reid aside after supper earlier to explain a small, private party would follow the event. The princess kindly reminded Reid that the newly engaged couple needed to dazzle everyone. Reid and Dexter were to be the champions everyone rallied behind. Quite frankly, Reid couldn’t imagine Dexter being anything other than the commander of the army. The notion of him formally dressed, dancing and speaking cordially with other people, seemed like a foreign concept.

Reid flew upright in bed. Not only did she have to wear a lavishly fancy dress, but she would also have to dance. The last time she danced was with Gordon. When her face warmed, she immediately banished all thoughts of him—he was in her past.