“One of the royal guest houses.”
“Do you have any siblings?”
“A younger brother, Markus.”
“Are the two of you close?”
“We used to be. I haven’t seen him for a while.”
“Why not?”
“Ironically enough, he lives inyourkingdom.”
Evelyn’s brows drew together. “In Carrowmore? What does he do there?”
“He makes deals. Bargain magic is quite lucrative.”
“What kind of deals?”
Haydn shrugged. “I don’t know specifically. Exchanging secrets is always popular. More likely it’s silly things. During the war, your soldiers would give up items like an enchanted knife or an extra sleeping potion just to get more alcohol.”
Damien told me that much. Though he never admitted what he did for a beer that one time.
“Why use Bargain magic for simple trades?” Evelyn asked.
“It depends on what is being traded. If it’s something valuable, a deal will ensure the person doesn’t try to steal it back from Markus later.”
“I haven’t heard of anyone making deals in Carrowmore.”
“I don’t think the daughters of lords or kings are his usual clientele.”
“What about your parents? Are they still around?”
“They are. They live on the isle. And they would like you.”
“Why?”
Haydn ran a finger up her thigh. “Because I like you.”
Evelyn blushed again. “How old are you?”
“Five hundred thirty-seven.”
He’s a lot older than me, but it’s not like he’s ancient for a fae.
“Do you live alone?”
“The High Councilors share a large castle in the middle of the isle, so I don’t exactly have the place to myself. But there’s no one else in my bed.”
I am not going to think about Ritter’s bed right now. Though, after that vision he showed me last time, it’s not like I have to try very hard to picture it.
“Have you been engaged before?”
“No. I’m waiting for you to say yes.”
Evelyn clenched her jaw to keep any reaction off her face. “You didn’t really propose.”
Haydn sipped his wine. “Didn’t I?”
