‘No, Highness, I was never boy-thin, thank the Errant’s nudge.’ ‘Nor me. I have always been suspicious of grown men who seem to like that in their women. What’s wrong with little boys if they’re into pallid bony wraiths?’ ‘Perhaps it appeals to their protective natures, Highness.’ ‘Protecting is one thing, diddling is entirely another. Now, where was I? Oh yes, throwing you into the Hold of Ice. Best unsheathe at least a few of your weapons, dear. Who knows what you’ll land in.’ The handmaid drew her axes. ‘I am ready.’
