This was how I remembered him: kitted out in fighting leathers, with a sword strapped to his back and his head held high. Gold flashed in his mouth as he came and knelt before the throne, offering a chagrined half smile. In a voice that rang loud and clear across the hall, he said, “My name is Foley Briarstone, and I have come to be of service to my queen.”
I like himmm
