Angel Fenris's Pov
"We are not that much of an audience, you can show us your face and still retain your mystery in the battlefield." Conrad presses.
Miss Hangings shakes her head. "I do not think any of you would be thrilled to see my face, your majesty. I . . . may be more familiar than you think." She answers, taking another sip of the wine.
The glass sways in her grasp, a clear indication that the alcohol has gotten to her system. Her slurred speech is still more intriguing than anything our queen has ever uttered for the last six months.
Our Queen's mate, the gigantic warrior, also has his eyes fixed on miss Hangings. I had hoped that he would be the one to tempt our queen to break the vows she made. But it appears that not even he got interest in a renowned fool.
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