Ivan
"Do you know the lesson?" Faux-Nefra whispered as her hand went to my back again. "Do you know what you need to know and what's worth a feather of the Rider of Fortune?"
"No…" Why was the bottle cap getting so warm?
"Think about it…" She purred, her mouth never leaving my ear. "What's more important than anything when it comes to carving your own path?"
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"Ivan, she is a princess," Elder Susan chastised, trying to act less disappointed than she was.
"I know that." I tried my hardest not to laugh in front of everyone, which would get me in more trouble.
All of this because I called Nefra a passenger princess in a possessive voice and smacked her ass?
