Lion Head Mesa chardonnay or bordeaux

There was certainly reading between the lines—the polite beckoning was met with the silent shadow moving behind them, which offered little room for argument. Her brows arched upward in mild surprise—the throne room?

Reyson was at her side, his announcement to them offering even less for argument. Inwardly, she surmised this was absolutely a mistake. And so she gave a quiet nod of acquiescence, not looking to get the guardian at her side in any form of trouble. “Of course,” she murmured, lissome paws beginning to move after the one called Makono.