“What’s wrong with the gown, Your Highness?” “Everything.” I inhaled sharply, no longer feeling all that pretty in the gown. Nektas’s brow pinched with confusion as he glanced at me. “I see nothing wrong with it.” “Of course, you wouldn’t,” Nyktos muttered, leaning back in his chair. “I find it to be many things,” Nektas offered, “none of which are wrong. I could list them for you…”
Every book needs a Nektas
