Geraldine threw herself at me next, taking me even more by surprise. “Oh, you loyal Master of the Guild, you’re a true royalist, you have always done what is right for my queens. I see that now,” she sobbed, earning me harsh glares from the Heirs. Ah shit. I patted her shoulder awkwardly, but she clung on tight as I tried to press her back, releasing a mournful sob. “Can’t you fix things with my lady Darcy?” she whisper-shouted completely unsubtly. By the fucking stars.
Awww
