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“‘Tis leather, but highly effective against the weapons of his enemies.”
It struck Marc as strange, but he didn’t question it. That he could do later once Trystan was safe in his arms again. Marc accepted the leather armor and donned it over his shirt. It fit perfectly.
“Will you come with me?”
“No. I should stay in the event Trystan returns.”
Marc nodded. “A good plan. Thank you, Emrys, though I wonder if I should thank you as of yet.” He lifted a brow.
Emrys smirked. “Perchance not, Your Grace.”
Marc brushed passed him, heading for the door. Emrys followed. Marc stepped out.
“Gods speed, Marc.”
