Rashid

“I’m glad to see you, Rashid!” A hand clapped me hard on the back. “I hear you’re to be courting my daughter soon.”

I forced a placid smile on my face, very aware of my mother’s eyes on me. I nodded, tilting my glass of champagne up to my lips, giving myself enough time to compose what it was I was about to say.

“Yes, it seems so.”

“I’m glad to hear it!” The king let ...