30
Reine
I followed Lawrence with my gaze as he walked through the crowd. It wasn't hard—he was at least a few inches taller than even the tallest of the Fae males in attendance. What must this realm have looked like when gargoyles could be here without suffering for it? And what had happened to change it?
Aoine cleared her throat, and I returned my attention to her. She smiled with her lips, but her eyes had returned to glittering with suppressed emotion. Should I apologize? No, Fae princesses didn't do that, and while it might be appropriate with Lawrence, I couldn't show weakness with my own kind.
"Well, he's a handsome brute." She inclined her head in the direction he'd gone. "Are you trying to reinstate the old tradition?"
"No, not at all. He came along to protect the humans."
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