So, Annalise is trying to forget herself for a minute and also, she’s really horny.
I’m actually really proud of this chapter, and Harran is a character I can’t wait for you all to hang out with a bit. (In my brain, he’s Chris Hemsworth.)
Prince Harran of the Borderlands had been spending most of his time around the barracks. It made sense, the Border Tribes were less formal than us, and Harran had been chafing at court.
I’d forgotten how much I’d liked him when he visited us at Pantona, with his easy manners and laugh. He was tall with light hair and eyes, and he was tall and strongly built.
“Your majesty,” he said, seeing me approach. He was sharpening a knife.
“Your Highness,” I said and sat down with him. He laughed and pulled his flask from his belt. “Thank you.”
“Tell me Lisette,” he said, “where have you been of late?” I frowned. “You haven’t been here with us.”
“No,” I said softly and took a drink. “Do you think I can still out drink you, Your Highness.” He laughed and shook his head.
“Perhaps,” he said, taking the flask back…
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