Page 33 of A Suitable Brat

The first day of negotiations had not even begun and Westin found himself longing for tea, or at least some sort of distraction.

Sun, fae-blessed brat that he was, spoke in a carrying voice.

“Keeper Arlylian, those are some beautiful clasps in your hair.I don’t suppose you know of a place in the capital that does work in gold?I’m looking for a particular piece.”

Westin tugged Sun’s wrist to his mouth.A king and two husbands and dozens of nobles were before him.Peacewas before him, if he tried.He hoped the blossoms in view were there to tell him to try.To show him what was waiting for him if he succeeded.

Flowers that Sun liked, and a garden where he owed Sun the use of his mouth, and more lovely days like this one, even with the hint of a chill.

A sign, perhaps.Hope again.

Westin sighed and let go, turning his attention at last to the waiting nobles.

“Shall we begin?”

The End