Lisa grinned. “Exactly. Come, come,” she added brightly, gesturing for them both. “Let’s share before the Baron hoards the figs.”
She walked ahead with the grace of someone born into silk and tutored by legends.
Her heeled steps echoed down the hallway.
She went to sit.
Azpen leaned toward Elowyn, eyes wide and whispered. “She likes you. She actually likes you and I'm jealous.”
Elowyn, still stunned, whispered, “She thinks I smell nice.”
“She also thinks I’m intelligent. Let’s not ruin the magic.”
The chamber smelled faintly of cedar and old books, a stark contrast to the perfume Lisa, Azpen and Elowyn had trailed everywhere.
The sunlight streamed through high arched windows, gilding the edges of the table where the food was arranged.
Baron sat—shoulders stiff, expression unreadab
