"Brother, don't you fancy that lovely maiden from Donalton Family?" Bener asked, his tone laced with mischief and wine.
Galahad did not answer. His silence said more than words ever could.
"Oh, he does," Gideon cut in with a grin that spoke of both mischief and certainty. "He just won't admit it. I've seen that look before—the way his gaze lingers on her. It's the same look Asael gives our dear sister-in-law when he thinks no one's watching. The same tenderness Father shows Mother even after years together. And didn't he go storming to her rescue not too long ago?"
"How about Alaric?" Asael asked, raising a brow. "Why not include him in your observations?"
