“May I call you Poppy? Calling you Penellaphe is…awkward for me.” I blinked. “Why would it be awkward?” “His wife,” Lirian said in a tone that suggested he found what he was about to say foolish. “Her name is the same as yours.” “Your wife…” My eyes widened. “Is your wife…?” “Your namesake?” One side of his lips curled up, and his smile warmed his ageless features. “Yes.”
