With Corrin’s entourage the going had been slow, but they were all well protected. Haven chastised herself again and again for her recklessness, while simultaneously recalling where she had fallen asleep late last night. On King Corrin’s shoulder. Heat rushed to her cheeks every time she thought of it. His words of assurance had been kind, but it all seemed quite embarrassing by morning. Keeping her distance from the young king, Haven rode alongside her guards. Another fortunate part of Corrin’s arrival, he brought horses. “Is something bothering you, Lady Queen?” Lareina asked from her left. Haven shot a wide-eyed look at her before composing herself. “No, of course not.” She didn’t need to look at her friend to sense the amused smile creeping up her face. Lareina hadn’t badgered her about the previous night yet, meaning she still had that unpleasantness to look forward to. “Are you sure?”
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