The request of a dance was on the tip of his tongue as the air between them suddenly changed. Her smile, once bright and shining dimmed into something sadder. Will's grip on his glass tightened unconciously and his brows furrowed. Whatever had caused this shift in her had to be serious...which only meant...

Fuck. Was someone courting her? Was she to be married off like so many of their peers?

"What is it?" Will asked tensely, already fearing the worst.