Grey turns, and some of that vicious focus shifts to warmth when he meets my eyes. It’s such an intent look, such a private look, that I feel a blush crawling up my neck already. When he says “Your Majesty,” it makes me shiver. I watch as his eyes take me in, then my surely fuming sister at my shoulder, then the guards that trail us. He looks to a squire standing nearby, then steps over and claims the cloak he must have abandoned before the fight. I expect him to draw it around his own shoulders, but I forgot the customs he brings from Emberfall, so I’m startled when he draws it around me. My
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