“I’m sorry I didn't warn you more.”
“Tristan,” I raised my eyes to his. “I have to tell you something.” He was the king’s commander. If I confessed treason, his duty was to run me through.
But he’d kissed me. More than flirtation. More than the games I’d played with Lars. Tristan’s kiss had cleared my mind.
“I am more than what I seem—” I began, when men’s voices echoed through the room.
“It’s all right,” Tristan soothed when I startled. “It’s just Ivar and Lars.”
And Magnus, though he stayed by the door, lingering in the shadows with weapon drawn. He stood a head taller than all the rest.
“Lady,” Lars came to me, his face lit with eagerness. “We are glad of your return. We have something to show you.”
At Tristan’s nod, he took my hands and helped me up, then led me to the courtyard
