Milan, who had been distracted by thoughts of Nora, focused on the conversation.
"It's actually not a bad idea politically. Mistress Rani is well-connected. She knows everyone's secrets, and her favor is worth cultivating. Plus, refusing a direct invitation might be seen as insulting."
"See?" Andrion said triumphantly.
"Even sensible Milan agrees. We're going."
"We?" Jolthar asked.
"Obviously. You think I'm missing this opportunity?" Andrion grinned.
"I'll accompany you. So will Milan, if he can tear his thoughts away from a certain drake-riding woman long enough to focus."
Milan glared at his brother.
"That's not—"
"You were literally staring at the sky with puppy eyes two minutes ago," Andrion interrupted.
"But yes, I'll come too. For propriety and observation purposes."
The lead woman smiled.
"Our carriage is prepared and waiting, my lord and your highnesses. Shall we?"
Jolthar considered briefly, then shrugged.
