"Yeah. You could make a deck of cards with all those contact runes." Kamila's smile didn't extend to her eyes and the edge of her voice could easily cut through Davross like a hot knife through butter.
"Friya, help me out here. You're the one who's usually in this kind of situation. Tell Kamila it's not my fault before my sister makes things even worse." Lith said.
"He's right." Friya sighed. "Those are just gold diggers lured by the color of his robe. There's no need to be angry, except for the smug grin Lith does every time one of those pretty ladies-in-waiting hit on him."
"I knew I wasn't imagining things! Once we get back home, we have to talk." Kamila pouted.
"Good gods, Kami, this is the Royal Court. I have to be polite and play along. I can't shoo them away like pigeons. Each one of them is at least a Marchioness and I can't afford to make an enemy of half the Kingdom." Lith said, trying to defend himself.
