I’ll be shadowing her and spending time with the High Prince.” Dayton blinks at me. It’s clear from his expression that he is seldom rejected. When he says nothing, I continue, “You fight in the arena tomorrow, correct? That’s what your family said at the welcome dinner. I’m sure you need to rest.” Dayton straightens, and I hate that my body already aches to be close to him. That I want to call out for him to stay. “Right,” he says, voice hoarse. He walks to the balcony, not even going to leave the normal way. He looks back at me over his shoulder, blue eyes
YES farron stand your ground
