“You should put on a show for the citadel. Call it Queen Elma, The Raging Bi—” “Where in your contract,” Elma cut in, “does it state that you are to make obnoxious commentary in addition to your physical services?” Rune chuckled, settling himself into Elma’s chair. “Physical services. Don’t give me arrows if you don’t want them loosed upon you.” “You’re a boor.” “I know.” A grin split his handsome
