Garl blinked. prin, the head major behind the Western Campaigns. The man was a legend in his own right.
“And what a frame it is,” Pearl snickered under his breath, earning a roll of Tris ’s eyes.
“Let me try tomorrow,” Garl insisted to Major prin, more politely. “If I cannot, then we can revisit the matter.” Her use of we seemed to be accepted by the group.
“Excellent. That seems to be resolved.” Tris slid the map back toward the opposite end of the table. Garl’s heart almost stopped when his eyes caught hers as he straightened. The corner of Tris ’s mouth tugged upward in the most apparent smile that one could expect from the crown prince. She pressed her lips together and let out a hint of her satisfaction. He turned back to the table, his emotions falling from his face. But Garl kne
