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Not this again.
“I’m sorry? I don’t understand,” I said.
“We had an arrangement,” Hrodin replied. “In exchange for my aid against the False King, Maren agreed to marry me.”
“Yes, and you rescinded that arrangement when Demris was killed,” Maren said. “I believe your letter said you couldn’t marry someone who didn’t have a dragon.”
“I did,” Hrodin confirmed. “And yet, now you have your dragon back. That’s a tale I’d like to hear one day.” He took a drink from his horn, tilting the thing too much, and ale sloshed down his beard. It was apparent that he’d had much to drink.
“He’s drunk,” I whispered to Maren. “I think he’s just talking nonsense.”
“Let us hope so,” she whispered back.
The feast carried on late into the evening, just as Hrodin had said it would. As I watched the other
