"...my Lord?"
Bessa's voice cracked, and she instinctively stepped back as she registered who was standing in her doorway.
Of all the people in the world, of all the moments in time, why did it have to be him? He truly was the last person he wanted to see here at this very moment.
Yadriel frowned. He didn't know who this man was, but the sight of him set something prickly running down his spine. This man was... incredibly dashing! Unfairly so, one that made other men want to check their reflections and sigh.
Dark hair, a broad stature, a face that looked like it had been carved by a sculptor who specialized in making husbands feel inadequate.
Who was he? Some ridiculously handsome farmer from a nearby village? He had come at the wrong time, whoever he was. The Emperor would surely be displeased by this interruption.
