The liquor felt harder on his throat than the ones he had in the mortal realm.
"Is your capacity for Istarean mead decreasing after your weeks spent in Brannion?" Dorothea asked, standing at the doorway of the open veranda that Ezra was in.
Ezra rolled his eyes, flinching as he gulped his drink once again. "Still better than your threshold for it, Dot." He jested, staring out into the vast stretches of his realm.
Dot pouted slightly before she came to stand beside him, "well?" She drawled out making Ezra quirk a brow in her direction.
"Well what?" He asked, knowing exactly what she wanted to ask but having fun not answering to her directly.
Dot rolled her eyes, "what happened with Ophelia?" She asked unable to preserve her excitement for long.
Ezra smiled softly, "she didn't ru
