“So, what do you say we finally play that drinking game?” He blinks at me, letting out a husk of a laugh as he drags his cup toward him. “Alright, Lady Auren. You can have your drinking game.” My lips curve up, and I hold up the bottle in a toast. “No longer live the king.” His mouth curves in a rare smile that I’m not sure I’ve ever seen. “No longer live the fucking king. And may you kick anyone’s ass who ever tries to hurt you again.”
