“Are you saddened at the fact that our wedding is delayed? Can you truly say it, and be honest as a lawman, Lord Waxillium?” Damn. He floundered. He knew a few simple words could defuse or sidestep the question, but he couldn’t find them, despite searching for what was an awkwardly long time—until saying anything would have sounded condescending. “Perhaps,” he said, smiling, “I’ll just have to try something to relax me next time we attempt this.” “I doubt going to the ceremony drunk would be productive.” “I didn’t say I’d drink. Perhaps some Terris meditation beforehand.” She eyed him. “You’re
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