He didn’t hesitate. “I’ll come with you. I’ve been looking forward to meeting them.”
That earned him a flicker of a smile from me—small, but real. “Just don’t scare my dad. He’s still clinging to the idea that I’m his little girl.”
“I’ll be on my best behavior,” he promised, offering his arm.
I slipped my hand into the crook of his elbow, and we made our way to the guest wing. I knocked once before pushing open the door to their suite.
My mother looked up from where she was unpacking a suitcase near the window. “There you are! We were starting to think you got swept away by courtly duties.”
“Something like that,” I muttered, then brightened my tone. “I brought someone to meet you.”
My father stood, brushing nonexistent lint from his slacks. His eyes immediately locked on Thoren, sizi
