Chapter Thirty-EightPlaying it Safe
Barlo and Iarion languished on Rasdaria for two days. Although Barlo was thrilled to be back on land, he knew he would soon be forced to board a ship once more. It made his stomach roil just thinking about it.
The last two days had not been restful for Iarion. The three princesses of the Rasadar were relentless in their courtship. Each sister sought any opportunity to corner him alone until Iarion was forced to take refuge in the guest chambers he shared with Barlo. Even then, gifts were delivered by servants. Iarion became harried and restless. Now, he was pacing as Barlo sat with his feet propped on a low table. Sinstari was stretched out in a patch of sun.
“I’m glad you find this all so amusing.” Iarion’s tone was sarcastic. Barlo had made the mist
