"What can I say?" Jaenor smirked, giving another playful squeeze. "You've got an ass worth dying for."
Then, with a low chuckle, he added, "Besides… I'm an ass man."
"An assman?!"
Emma shook her head, laughter soft and warm.
As she smiled, she thought to herself, it had been years—too many years—since she had felt this kind of joy.
And then suddenly she heard a knock on the door, and the maidservant announced that Lady Morgana was requesting them to come out quickly.
"OH! I forgot about her completely; she came in the morning and saw us," Emma said, a little anxious about how she would react.
"So what?" Jaenor said casually.
They both came out of the chambers.
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Jaenor sat in one of the high-backed chairs, his hair still damp from his bath, while Emmanuelle occupied her customary seat with the kind of regal composure that had served her well through decades of political maneuvering.
