Golden Glade Could've been the Willie Nelson

I am such a lazy bone! Sorry for the wait!

If Wraen had not seen Bronco as a tumbling, awkward toddler or endured him as an arrogant teenager, she might consider herself to be in danger now. Niamh's son had taken the best of both parents - being handsome, self-confident and cheeky to the point of being amusing - and despite that Sovereign's spinstery-self could never unsee the humble beginnings of this dashing young specimen, who was prancing around her, shamelessly boasting about his catch, and not feel the superiority of a parent.

But this did not mean she did not enjoy the attention he was giving her. She sat down and followed him with her gaze, crooked grin playing in her lips, while she tried to find the most appropriate thing to say for the occasion. "Well, champ," she began. "You do know that keeping the lady waiting is rude?"