CHAPTER 10
CHAPTER TEN
Hours, minutes, days—I could not tell how much time passed before I was finally able to beg permission to retire for the night. A long argument about Arthur’s right to the throne had followed Aggrivane’s departure, and then I was subjected to the torment of a dance with the gangly Fergus. The full moon was already high in the night sky when I bid our company good night.
I turned to Lord Evrain and his son and curtsied to them. “Good sirs, I am honored to have had the privilege of your company this eve. I wish you pleasant dreams.”
Evrain took my hand. “After a night such as this, how can they be anything but pleasant?” he asked with a not-so-charming implication.
“My lord, you flatter me,” I whispered modestly before bidding Fergus good night.
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