Exton

Returning from having a word with Guunnar, Ramji leans over the back of Laila's chair and whispers in her ear.

"Come dance, *malo janje. Make this poor ^ovaca ponuda happy?"

He knows that most at the table heard him anyway, but the pretense is enough. Laila's smile brings a twist to his lips. He bows to Adrian as he draws Laila to her feet.

"My Lord of Deimos, I apologize for taking your scribe's sister from your presence yet once again."

A dark hand comes down on his back as he rises. The rich laugh that accompanies it draws eyes.The large dragonish canine at his side also commands attention. The head dips

"I see your years in Lord Herne's court have taught you well, old friend." Keon bows to Adrian, stretching a leg and going low.

"My Lord Adrian. We have not met formally. I am Keon Blackthorn, Minstrel of the Court of Shadows, Dealg Drubh of the Dark Lords, Lord of the Hounds. This is Trooper, Corps Commander. We bring You greetings from Herne, Lord of the Hunt."

Ramji straightens, face going sober, assuming a Guardian stance.

"At ease Ramji, go enjoy. You are not on duty, and this is just greetings from one Noble to another."

Ramjis takes Laila's hand and leads her to the dance floor, careful eyes watching the table. Laila touches his chest as he wraps his arms around her.

"Ramji?" Her voice is soft, tentative.

He smiles, "Yes?" His gaze finds hers, happiness sliding into his dark eyes. "Sorry. Looks like Keon took my offer to Herne, and he approved."

Ramji spins, dipping her. He laughs as she gasps, then kisses her as he pulls her back up.

"Dmitri's room is paid for and vacant for the next week. Stay with me tonight?"


*little lamb

^sheep tender