Chapter 8“My Lord,” Lanaut whispered from the cracked door.
“Solna,” he whispered back in amused admonishment. They were in her house. It was proper to address him by name here. He would hear his title more than he cared to once he reached Tanchar. It was nice not to hear it here.
“Solna,” she corrected, exasperation easily noticed though he couldn’t see her. “The morning meal is ready. Come eat.”
It was absolutely not a request, he knew that. The last three days had taught him more about how to run a tight household than running a kingdom ever could. “Yes, Lanaut.”
He rolled Vius onto his back and slipped out of the small bed. It was the only way to sleep in comfort. And he loved the way that Vius felt sprawled warm on top of him, though his husband was still unconscious. Vius hadn’t
