“At last,” Rhouben says, when he drops my hand. “I’ve been dying to meet the only person at court who dresses better than I do.” “I would argue,” I say, “but I would only do it to be polite.” He laughs. “And honest on top of it all. You are a rare treasure.” “Careful now,” Petros says. “You’re an engaged man, Rhouben. Hands off.”
