A few minutes later, the door had banged open again and instead of the maid, I turned to find Tohr filling the doorway with a look of anger on his face. I stumbled back against the large canopy bed, suddenly fearful.
“What did I say, little fyre? You do not wish to take on the King. The first day of our courtship, and you already are denying my gifts!" he snarled.
“Wh-what gifts?" I asked.
“The dress I had made for you! The seamstress was up all night to make sure it was ready for you," he told me.
Shame at my behavior filled me, and I dropped my eyes. “I'm sorry… I didn't know. I'm still having trouble understanding your language."
That seemed to pacify him a bit. “I apologize, I should have anticipated something like that."
He had opened the door and waved the woman back in. She hu
