“Can’t I just say thank you and sign my name?” Rua griped, crumpling up the letter and chucking it to the floor. What could she possibly say? I’m sorry I nearly killed you? She had already said that. “No,” Talhan tutted. “At least thank them for the specific gift and then one more sentence like you really appreciate it or you’re grateful to get to know the Northern Court more or something . . .” Rua narrowed her eyes at him. “Why don’t you write it for me?” “Not a chance.” He grinned. “I’ve written too many of those over the years. If I were ever a royal, I’d demand no gifts just to spare me.”
