Estrella

“At last.” I smile across the table at Anwen. “We’re alone.”

He kisses the back of my hand. “Tonight, but probably not again until this is over. The other kingdoms’ delegations arrive tomorrow.”

“And a week still separates us from the wedding.” I groan in a very un-queenlike way and slump slightly over my steaming bowl of stew. “Your customs are barbaric. Why can you not just sleep in my room?”

He laughs. “And scandolize all the fine ...