“It’s a wonder no one was struck blind, you mean,” Dael grumbled. Then he cleared his throat and straightened up, inclined his head at the perfect angle. “My lady, I live to serve, and serve I must, if I wish to live.”
Flavia reached up and stroked his hair. “We never imagined we’d have a golden-haired servant with eyes quite like yours.”
“Are you saying I’m odd-looking as well as hideous?” His words had no sting.
“I’m saying your beauty was beyond our imagination,” she said, and leaned in.
This was his chance. He had to take it.
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