The Mist Thief (The Ever Seas, #3)

by L.J. Andrews

“Would it be strange if I called you Daj? My own is dead.” The king stalled his hand from placing the missives on the desk. For a breath, he didn’t move, and I wanted to flee. What a foolish thing to say. It was not as though I was some beloved child of his, not like his sons. Yes, we got on all right. Yes, he had given thanks for aiding Jonas during the mesmer fever, but . . . “I like that,” he said, voice rough. “That’ll do fine.”

I cried during this scene 😭