Anwen
Three days later—four, if you count the fact Estrella and I didn’t go back to her palace until morning—I lean over the bow of The Lady Suniva and watch the towers of Solberg Castle rise over the horizon.
Baz claps me on the shoulder. “Someday, I’ll get you back for only staying a day in that place.”
I snort. “You can visit by yourself, you know.”
“Ah, but then I don’t get to say I’m the sole retainer of the crown prince.” He smirks. “That opens a lot of doors.”
I shake my head. To hear Baz tell it, he f****d half the kingdom on a single overnight. But I know from a drowsy mind-link he sent me as Estrella and I were stumbling back in that he loved the color, music, and culture at least as much as the women. There’s something honest behind his party-boy desire to stick around.
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