Leroy stared. Lorraine stared. Even Vaeronyx paused mid-breath.
Damian lifted his chin, trying to look regal.He had come all this way prepared to secure political alliances for the war he planned to wage at Leroy's side against the Emperor of Vaeloria…
But then, inconveniently, he discovered they had a dragon.
Which complicated matters.
"Let me get this straight," Leroy said slowly. "You wanted to find my wife… so she could find you a wife?"
How does that make sense?
Damian shrugged. "Well… I trust her judgement. She's better at it."
Leroy arched a brow. "Are you even interested in women?"
Damian scoffed, offended. "Are you warming up to me, Leroy?" he blinked his eyes coquettishly. "I can be your mistress if you want." With a smirk, he flicked imaginary dust from Leroy's sleeve. "I don't mind."
Leroy opened his mouth, closed it, opened it again—nothing came out. I fell right into that trap, didn't I?
