He bowed his head deferentially and said, “Mistress.”
She sighed. “I didn’t mean to make you – I’m sorry.”
Dael lifted his head, startled. He hadn’t realized how long it had been since he’d heard those words.
“I didn’t mean for Tertius to banish you to the kitchen.”
“I cannot question your wisdom in running your household –”
“I’ve missed you,” she said suddenly.
Dael fell quiet. He wanted to tell her he’d missed her too, he’d been desperate to kiss her again.
“I miss sparring with you, and...”
Of course. She missed her pet. Dael bit his lip and looked away.
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