Lion Head Mesa twenty-eighth

spare me. his paw made a sharp, dismissive sweep. ahm in comfort's what most dream of. ah'll marry when it benefits th' kingdom. an-

gucci paused, good thoughts risin' to the surface.

he looked the princeling over again.

mah daughter. he said. didn't need to specify. if there's any such thang as can be done fer assurin' 'er station... he spread his forelegs with a flourish, small half-smile pushing up one cheek. offer up.

ethics be damned, his brilliantmost child deserved a good place.