Liam had discovered one final disadvantage to getting married and participating in an imperial coronation on the same day.
There were too many people touching him before breakfast.
"Hold still."
"I am holding still."
Rubis looked at the long brown hair currently slipping through an attendant's fingers.
"Your hair disagrees."
"My hair is not independently sentient."
Narissa, seated near the windows with a tablet across her knees, glanced up. "Given recent events, I would stop making declarations about what can and cannot possess independent consciousness."
Liam looked at her through the mirror.
"That was unnecessary."
"I could've been executed because of it."
