He’s obviously drunk. Very, very drunk.
My heart falls. When I look over at Nihuar, she is expressionless. Even Lelina, staring over from the dance floor, looks discomfited.
Meanwhile, Hann snatches a lute from the hands of an amazed goblin musician and leaps up onto a long banquet table.
Strumming the strings, he begins a song so vulgar that the entire Court stops their dancing to listen and titter. Then, as one, they join in the madness. The courtiers of Faerie are not shy. They begin to dance again, now to the High King’s song.
I didn’t even know he could play.
When the song is over, he falls off the table. Landing awkwardly on his side, his crown tilts forward so it’s hanging over one of his eyes. His guards rush over to help him up off the floor, but he waves them away. “How is t
