Naerin rounded the corner and stopped, pressing his fingers to his lips. He’d kissed her, he’d kissed her, and she’d been soft and sweet, and his heart was doing terrible things in his chest. He knew he was bright purple, and he hoped that there was no one around that wanted to talk to him right now since he didn’t know how adept he was going to be at forming words.

And because he didn’t want to talk to anyone it fell that there was immediately one of the court in ...