“You’re not a princess.”

“I am prettier than she is. Now kiss it!”

Elowyn blushed and grabbed his hand. “This is ridiculous.”

“Ew. Gentle. Not like you're trying to wrestle a goat or something.”

She blinked and brushed her lips clumsily across his knuckles.

“That was dreadful. Again.”

“I don't like this, Beta Azpen.”

“Everyone does. One more, or I swear I’ll tell Baron you enjoy ballrooms.”

She tried again. This time slower, lips barely touching ...