Chapter Twelve
AppleTristan and Azothe sat opposite one another at the dining table, feasting on baked fish and other fruits of the sea. Azothe ate sparingly, as always, but Tristan wolfed down his Coquille St. Jacques with evident relish. He pushed a platter of oysters towards her. “Try some of these, my dear?” he asked, hopefully. Their aphrodisiac qualities were well known. Azothe remained cool to the idea of lovemaking, although she had been at the Citadel for two weeks already.
Azothe raised her eyebrow in disdain. “I have eaten all I require of your excellent provender.”
“Maggrai came back from the Watchkeep with some news this evening.”
“Oh?” said Azothe, languidly.
Tristan slathered a piece of bread with butter and stuffed it in his mouth. Azothe frowned as he continued to spe
