His eyes were sparkling. “Well, I am happy to tell you this—if you can ride a horse, you can ride a dragon.” “When?” I said without hesitation. He blinked in surprise at my ardour. I cursed myself inwardly for not restraining it. “Are all East Midlands clergymen’s daughters as fearless as you are, Miss Worms?” A grin was spreading over his face. Oh, no. No. This was entirely too friendly. Quick—I must say something obnoxious. “Are all Welsh princes as beautiful as you?” But I had not counted on the man’s vanity. Instead of being repulsed by my impertinence, he looked delighted—the peacock!
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