Defend the Dawn (Defy the Night, #2)

by Brigid Kemmerer

I don’t think I’ve ever seen him in ordinary clothes, but he’s no less imposing in calfskin pants and a buttoned jerkin. “Your Majesty,” he says. His eyes flick to me. “Your Highness. Forgive me for interrupting. I know the hour is late.” “Forgiven,” I say easily, because I’m more curious than annoyed. Rocco looks to my brother. “I would have sent a message through the guard captain, but I thought it best if I spoke with you directly.” “Go ahead, Erik.” I blink, startled. “Is that your first name?” “It is.” “I don’t believe I’ve ever heard it.” I don’t know why this is startling, whether it’s Harristan’s casual use of it, or the fact that I never considered it. Maybe both. The man saved my life. I feel like I should have known. Maybe I look poleaxed, because the guardsman gives me an ironic nod and adds, “A pleasure to meet you, Your Highness.” His tone is so dry that it almost makes me smile. I don’t know any of Harristan’s guards well, but I’ve liked Rocco since the day the palace was attacked.