“Forgive me,” I say softly. “I won’t turn away like that again. You have my word.” His eyes search mine. “Yes, Your Majesty.” “Harristan,” I whisper. He hesitates, holding his breath, then shakes his head. Despite everything, that makes me smile. “Still no?” He flushes. “Ah. Well.” But then he says nothing else. It’s rare I have the opportunity to see Quint flustered, so I let go of his jacket and run one last finger along his jaw. “So charming,” I tease. “Very well. I’ll return as soon as I can, Palace Master.”
i’m going to pass out. i love them
