"You sinful man. With a face like that, and denying every prospect, from a knights daughter to the very blood of the Duchess herself. Have you no shame?"
Camilla shifted her sitting position, holding the cup of tea in her hands, and keeping a colorful look levelled on him, as if a mother examining a child.
Argo merely took a sip of his tea. It was very well made. She had improved significantly.
Camilla's gaze narrowed at him as she leaned back in her chair, cradling the tea in both her hands, her brow twitched after being thoroughly ignored.
