‘I love him,’ he breathes. ‘He is your squire,’ Alys says. ‘Your servant. Are you not concerned that he couldn’t say no?’ Harry snorts in amusement. ‘Oh, he bloody can. He says no every day. He’s the worst, most insubordinate servant you’ve ever met. One time? He stabbed my horse. When I first met him? He bit me. Bit me! I still have the scar.’ He looks at Alys again, deadly serious.
Murderous
