“Your job is simple, my friend,” said Ramsey with a heartfelt sigh. “If you see a smart one, don’t let her get away.” Kyril favored him with a mock-salute. “Anything else, Your Highness?” “If you see Rowan, stuff him in the moat,” Ramsey suggested. Kyril grinned. “You don’t have a moat.” “Dig one then.”
