Her words seemed to divert Renwick’s attention back to his meal. Piercing his fork into a chunk of roasted potato, he cut it into a bite-sized piece before putting it in his mouth. Rua snorted. Such manners he had. She stabbed the chunk of potato on her plate and shoved the whole thing into her cheek. She smirked at Renwick as he rolled his eyes at her. Omerin chuckled at the exchange. “You two make an odd pair, I must say.” Rua slanted her eyes to him, speaking through a mouthful of potato, “We are not a pair at all, Lord Omerin.” The Lord of Brufdoran merely shrugged, his cheeks rosy as he
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