‘No, that’s fine,’ Rosalind wryly said next to me, in Faerie again. ‘I could come back next week, if that fits your schedule better, Lord Protector?’ Deafening silence answered us. I had to bite my lip not to laugh out loud. ‘Agenor?’ The tent cloth was ripped aside without warning, so violently the frame nearly came down in its entirety.
~aaahhhh!!! such a moment!
