“Apologies. There wasn’t much time to pretty myself for your viewing pleasure,” I seethe. “I’ve been a bit busy trying not to be lynched or gutted or eaten alive. Next time I’m kidnapped and dragged to the Northlands, I’ll bring a lady’s maid along with me to keep my countenance fresh as a daisy in spring. Unless you’d like to volunteer for the role. How are you with plaiting hair?” My eyes narrow on his long blond mane. “Seeing as your own looks like it hasn’t seen a brush since you left civilization, I’m guessing not so great.”
