Pleasing one king is difficult enough. Pleasing two is hardly possible.

“True knights protect the weak.” He snorted. “There are no true knights, no more…”

“What grasses the horses had left was heavy with dew, as if some passing god had…”

“Give me a good sharp knife and a good sharp cheese and I’m a happy man.”

“His dagger was out, poised at her throat. “Sing, little bird. Sing for your lit…”