"Promised..." She started to say Princess, but the word didn't exactly fit anymore. "I'll have to find something else to call you. Because neither of you are Promised Prince or Princess any longer."
"How about just Nyssa and Dorian?" Dorian suggested, his arm wrapping over Nyssa’s shoulders.
Bala smiled between them. "I like that."
Dorian glanced behind her towards the village. "Did you bring my guard?" he asked.
"Both of them," she replied. "I have to say, I'm not entirely sure how you weren't murdered by the Dreamer. But she seems to be quite fond of you."
An elongated coo came from Nyssa's lips, and Dorian shoved her. "Fuck off," he grunted. But Nyssa laughed.
"I can't wait to meet her," Nyssa said. "But that's later. Bala looks like she has jobs for us."
Bala scoffed, unable to keep the smile from her lips as she admired her friends finally bantering again with one another. "No jobs. But I do have a meeting planned for when everyone gets here."
"What kind of meeting?" Nyssa asked.
"There's someone else I need on our side,” Bala said. “And I need everyone to be on the same page as far as these Scrolls and what's next for us."
"Yes, my King," Dorian winked at her.
Nyssa hadn't replied. She seemed to be fixated on the village, and with one look around, Bala realized why.
Reverie and Corbin were crossing the sand.
Bala gave an upwards nod to Dorian, alerting him, and his entire body visibly relaxed at the sight of them.
"Fuck me," Nyssa muttered. "That's a sight."
The grin on Dorian's face made an involuntary smile rise higher on Nyssa’s lips. He was staring at the pair coming towards them with a delight and dilation in his pupils that Nyssa had seen on her own face when Nadir would walk into a room.
Corbin was as handsome as he'd ever been. He, too, looked as though his shoulders had broadened. She couldn't help the deliberate once over she gave him. Golden light dancing on his dark brown skin and every crease of his muscles. Snug white tunic standing out and billowing in the wind. His hair was a mess, though. The twists were grown out and fuzzy. But he smiled at her briefly, cracking his knuckles as he walked, and then he avoided her gaze shyly. Obviously suppressing a smile.
And then there washer.
She wasgorgeous.
Also, the first person she'd ever met that was shorter than her. No more than a couple inches shorter, but still.
Nyssa found herself envious of this girl's curves. Her voluptuous hips and wide thighs. Full breasts for her petite figure. Her bangs framed her delicate features and her long neck. Sunlight glared off the stark silver-white and lavender strands. Knives strapped to those thick thighs and on the corset around her middle.
No wonder Dorian was falling for both of them.
"You did not tell me she was this pretty," Nyssa muttered.
Dorian frowned down at her. "Did I not?"
"You had a lot of other adjectives, but all of them fall short of... Well,her." She shifted on her feet. "Damn, no wonder you like both of them. I like both of them."
"I'm not sharing her," he informed her. "Not entirely sure I want to share him. Except with her. And then sharing her with him…” Dorian cleared his throat to stop his stammering, and he pushed his arms around his chest. "Can I ask you a favor?" he said to her.
"What?"
"Can you not completely embarrass me?" he asked, scratching his neck.
Nyssa had to bite her lips together at the plea on his features. "Oh, that's adorable. I'm definitely embarrassing you now."
"Come on!"
