“You’re not a princess.”
“I am prettier than she is. Now kiss it!”
Elowyn blushed and grabbed his hand. “This is ridiculous.”
“Ew. Gentle. Not like you're trying to wrestle a goat or something.”
She blinked and brushed her lips clumsily across his knuckles.
“That was dreadful. Again.”
“I don't like this, Beta Azpen.”
“Everyone does. One more, or I swear I’ll tell Baron you enjoy ballrooms.”
She tried again. This time slower, lips barely touching his hand.
Azpen fanned himself with exaggerated delight. “Oh! He’s learned!”
She slapped her hands to her face and blushed profusely.
Azpen smiled but sadly.
He didn't let it last, though.
“Alright, alright,” he said, “Lisa’s married, anyhow. You’re safe from royal proposals and kisses. A little bow and she’ll ignore you like the rest
