Prince's Gambit (Captive Prince, #2)

by C.S. Pacat

As the night wore on, Laurent had abandoned his deliberate comportment for a relaxed, youthful pose, drawing one knee up to his chest and slinging an arm around it.

‘Because a king maker would always choose the weaker man. The weaker the man, the easier he is to control.’

Damen felt Laurent start shaking against him, and realised that, silently, helplessly, he was laughing.

Laurent had raised his brows and said, ‘Shall I carry you? It’s at least five paces to the tent flap.’

not Laurent, who had arrived like a wasp at an outdoor feast, annoying everybody.

‘You have very long eyelashes. Like a cow.

Damen said, with helpless honesty, ‘Laurent, I am your slave.’

Damen passed a hand over his face. Everyone in the fort was coming to the section he had ordered cleared.

He’d never thought Laurent could look like that at anyone.