Falcon placed his fist on his chest. "Yes, Your Grace."
Rickon let out a soft whimper, biting his lips hard. Tears were literally running down his face.
Duncan waved his hand, dismissing them. As they left, his gaze settled on Arianna, who seemed to be trying to hold in her laughter by pressing her lips together.
His eyes lingered on her. She shouldn't look this beautiful—that was why he had thought Nyra had done too much dressing her up when he first saw her.
Smooth, radiant golden skin, high cheekbones, a sharp nose, and full lips. Especially when she released them from the pressure of biting, wet and inviting.
No wonder the Lords and nobles went crazy in the grand court at her trial.
Now that he thought of it, his expression shifted to a cold one.
'Those bloody fools!' Ash growle
