Turning to face Hadrian, he said, “Well, that wasn’t so hard.” “Royce watched the courier ride out of sight before taking off his imperial uniform. I’ve never met a lady who would-well, without complaining you’ve been-” He paused in frustration, then added, “That little trick you managed back there was really great.” Hadrian frowned at him, then turned back to her with a concerned expression. “I mean, with compliments like that, and all.” “You don’t have much luck with the ladies, do you, sir?” Wally asked, pausing briefly and letting the paddles hang out like wings, leaving a tiny trail of droplets on the smooth surface of the river. How much better it was when they were silent. “We lost all illusions of you being prissy back in Sheridan.” “Well, if that’s all you’re worried about, you can forget it,” Hadrian informed her with a wicked smirk. “Still,” she said, “it’s not very ladylike.” You can’t be held accountable for what you do in your sleep.” She looked around the skiff as each of them, even Etcher, nodded. “I beg to differ,” Hadrian chided while chewing. “We actually considered it when you started to snore.” I would have taken a shift at the tiller.”
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