““He reached for her hand. “Nesryn.” “And now you’re a lord,” she went on, shaking her head. “You were a lord before, I mean, but—you are the king’s second in command. I know it’s—I know we—” “We’ll figure it out,” Chaol said. She met his stare at last. “I don’t expect anything of you—” “We’ll figure it out. You might not even want a crippled man.” She pulled back. “Do not insult me by assuming I’m that shallow or fickle.” He choked on a laugh. “Let’s have an adventure, Nesryn Faliq.””
