“Nay, kings generally sit upon their sorry arses and issue edicts. Princes do all the real labor.”
Damion turned and looked at her. “A useful thought issues forth.”
“I have many more of those,” she said smoothly, “and at the moment most concern where you might take yourself off to and what you might do there once you’ve arrived.”
He looked briefly startled, then he smiled. “Do tell.”
“I imagine you would enjoy it overmuch,” she said. “Besides, the horses might hear. Wouldn’t want to ruin their innocence.”
He pointed at Derek. “That one there is not an innocent.”
“And how would you know that?”
“He has that look about him.” He stared suspiciously at the stallion. “He knows things I think I don’t care for him knowing.”
Odd, but Derek was studying Damion with a fair bit of interest him
