The Prince of Tallu~
Tobias Buchanan
Connamara, Connor
Tobias regretted telling Lamochatee to step on his foot when he sniffed out a liar. His toes would be black and blue when he pulled off his boots tonight. He’d been away from the innuendo and double-speak of Innish politics for so long, he’d forgotten its steely edge.
A mico’s council invited frank dialog. From the mico to the simplest farmer, every man in the rotunda had an equal right to speak his mind. Micos governed by consensus, not force.
Murdoch beckoned him with a nod. It was Tallu’s turn to be presented to Anne and her prince.
Tybetha was exquisite in her Nunyaehi sercha, of course. Lamochatee wore an embroidered wrap over his white breechcloth and leggings, a ruff of white feathers in his loose black hair, and the custo
