“You treat her like a dark-elf bride, Your Highness—albeit a very inadequate one.” “She is a dark-elf bride, Riza.” She raised an eyebrow, then her mouth curved wider. “Her Majesty would be proud of you.” Deep, Darkness, and Holy Ulsinael willing. But this wasn’t just for Mati’s praise; he and Alessandra would now be living a life together. He needed to make amends, and she… well, she needed a tent pitched.
