“Come on, Your Highness.” The stallholder interrupted them again, digging an elbow—very bravely, in Lira’s opinion—into Davorin’s arm and winking knowingly. “Why not try to win something for the pretty lady? Don’t think I haven’t noticed you can’t take your eyes off her!” Davorin’s dark eyes widened, his jaw dropping as he looked furiously between Lira and the stallholder. “I haven’t… I didn’t…"
