Perhaps Peretur should learn the smoothing trick, because Bedwyr saw something in her face and tck-tcked in irritation. “Another lass already? Who is it this time?” Peretur’s cheeks warmed. “Well, whoever she is should not expect you back soon. It’s bad enough that Nimuë’s been gone for—” Peretur’s cheeks flamed. Bedwyr stared. “The king’s sorcerer? Saint Cadog save us! Are you quite mad?
Don’t judge her, Bedevere. 🙈🙈🙈🙈
