“I spoke with Michol earlier.” His dark brows drew together. “Michol?” “Fine boy,” the king said with a nod. “I believe he’s smitten with you, daughter.” Clarity shone in Magnus’s eyes. “He visited you, did he?” “He told me of the talk you had together.” Her words were clipped. “Care to elaborate?” A smile twitched at his lips. “Not really.” She glared at him. How dare he find this even slightly amusing?
