The tall, lanky male holds a lute but lowers it as Idalia draws near. He reaches out a hand. “Milady! Are you all right? You look like you’ve just escaped a dungeon!” His eyes move to me, and his dark brows furrow. He pulls Idalia behind his back and lifts a cautionary hand. “Is this man causing you distress? If the answer is yes, I’ll have to show him that a lute is a powerful weapon if swung hard enough!” He rears back his instrument and braces himself.
