He processed her words.
He looked at her serious, pitch-black eyes. He realized exactly, precisely what she was asking him to do.
The Supreme Archmage of the East threw his head back and let out a roar of laughter so loud it rattled the frosted glass of the study windows.
He laughed until tears pricked the corners of his eyes, slapping his hand against the oak desk in overwhelming disbelief.
"You..." Roan wheezed, pointing a trembling finger at her. "You want me to stage a scandalous, ambiguous, homoerotic theatrical performance with the Archduke of the North to convince his homophobic, traditionalist Uncle that Kaelus is unavailable to women?"
"Yes," Seraphina nodded firmly. "And I need it to be convincing. I need you to be dramatic. I need you to make it sound incredibly explicit without actually saying anything that Papa would recognize as a romance."
