“Which would make it difficult to help me dress.”
His gaze shot to the captain standing at the wheel, whistlinga jaunty tune as he gently guided the ship, and his eyes softened.
“Like that, is it?” I asked.
His long sigh bled out. “Yes, unfortunately.”
“You never know where true love will lead someone.”
“Sadly, true love will not lead him inmydirection. His doting wife and five children wait for him at Evergorne.”
“I’m sorry.”
“No worries.” His sly smile rose. “Life’s orchard always has other fruitful trees to pick from.”
“Then I hope the right apple soon falls into your lap.”
“From your mouth to the fate’s ears, my lady.” He flashed me a true smile. “Regarding your change of clothing. We could compromise. I’ll lay out your gowns, and you can dress in them yourself, only asking for my help if you have need.”
“Alright.”
He startled.
I laughed, though it came out a touch high-pitched. “Did you think I’d refuse?”
He wisely didn’t answer.
“About my gowns.” And lack thereof.
His bright smile swept through me. “It’s already been taken care of. I crafted some delightful creations you’ll be able to don by yourself.”
“You’re the best, Lord Briscalar.”
He blinked before his smile widened. “While I live only to serve, I . . .” He dipped forward in a bow. “Thank you.” His gushing made me wonder if anyone in Evergorne thanked someone else after they did something kind. “Though I mustpoint out that this was an oversight on my part I should’ve corrected immediately, you can thankKing Merrickfor your new wardrobe.”
I couldn’t hold back my cringe. Had Lore told him I’d brought next to nothing?
“Never fear, my lady.” The lord patted my arm. “This was something he thought of himself. He was quite distressed that you were ill, and he gave me a list of things I could do that might help you feel better.”
“New gowns?” Surely he didn’t think I was fluffy, like Lore.
“Among other things. A jeweled collar and fine leash for Farris. New scents for your bath. And he crafted a special tea I’ve brought to your room that will ensure your belly remains settled.”
“That’s nice of him.”
“King Merrick is . . .” He frowned. “How shall I say this? He’s strong. Respected, as he should be.”
“Respect needs to be earned.”
“With this king, it has been.”
“And with others?”
His gaze flicked away from mine. “It would be wrong of me to speak of those who’ve passed.” He cleared his throat. “King Merrick is also kind.”
All good attributes, but I’d still make my own decision after I’d met him.
Farris whined and licked my hand, and I stooped down and ruffled his fur. “Aren’t you a good boy?”
