Martia would have needed someone to help her, and Lyana looked just perfect for that. She was young, but there was time to learn.
«I can find you a job at Stoneyard,» I explained to her. There wasn't any need to say why that job was available.
She just nodded, relieved that there was some hope.
When Jeffrey saw us arriving, he opened his eyes wide and smirked cunningly.
«Now I understand why you were in such a hurry to leave the front,» he whispered.
I slapped the back of his head before he could overstep the boundary and offend Lyana.
«We're related, you idiot,» I warned him.
«Not too closely. Your highness doesn't have close relatives, as far as I know. Other than his majesty.»
«That's true. And you don't need to continue with this your highness farce. Just call me the same way you have used for years.»
«You're a war commander now. And the crown prince. How do you think I can call you by name?» he noted.
