“You’re the Queen, Lady. Her name is whatever you choose.” His flat gaze met hers briefly, then slid away. “It’s not for me to give her a new name. What is she called?” “It’s for you to do anything you like.” “Her name, please.” Kelsea’s temper kindled. The men all thought so badly of her. Why? “No proper name, Lady. I’ve always called her May.” “Thank you. A good name.” He began to walk away. Kelsea took a breath for courage and said softly, “I didn’t dismiss you, Lazarus.” He turned back, expressionless. “I’m sorry. Was there something else, Lady?” “Why did they bring me a mare, when you all
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