“Something wrong, princess?” Magnus asked. “It’s just . . . Nic.” Her heart pounded. “He’s here.” “Yes, he is.” “You’re not surprised?” “No. I requested it.” She turned to stare at him with shock and suspicion. “Why?” He shrugged. “Your misery has been palpable for days, and it reflects poorly on me. For some reason, you value the presence of this fool. So here he is for the rest of the tour until I can finally get back to the castle and head out on a journey that really matters to me. He can handle our luggage and clean up after the horses. I’m sure I’ll find many interesting uses for him.”
Awwwwww Magnus!
