Sigrune… Damas warned. Why do you not simply accept that he is extremely powerful and should be respected, if only because he can squash us like insects?
Because power isn’t what makes someone deserving of respect. I pointed to Xervan. “See, isn’t it better to be called by name? You call me Sigrune, and I’ll call you Xervan.”
“My name is Lord Xervanryd’nokquetal.”
“My tongue would fall out if I tried to say that.”
“How unfortunate that would be.”
I grinned at him before I could catch myself. Maybe it was petty, but having Lord Xervan-butt getting snarky with me felt good. Like I was rubbing off on him. Or he was becoming more human. A thought which would surely make him projectile vomit.
The grin must not have been the response he expected, because for a split second, a flustered exp
