“Would this unnamed informant happen to have black-and-white speckled wings and a name that rhymes with sassy?” He laughed softly. The mood between them eased. “A true prince never reveals his sources.” “And a true princess already knows them anyway,” Lyana retorted. She stood on tiptoes and kissed his cheek, because it was the best she could do, and something he might not have expected. “Thank you, Xander.”
