“Not the prince, I admit,” she said, stopping so that Brom stood before me. “But you care little for these things, I hear. And his touch will not be as repellent to you as Royce’s.” Her smile was like a dragon’s, as if she had rows of needle sharp teeth. “Brom will make a gesture tomorrow in the mess hall, make clear his intent to court you and you’ll allow that, along with some of the others. Perhaps the tanner’s son. He’s lowborn enough that everyone will understand when you reject him for Brom. Not the Skanian lad though.”
