The Prince’s Bargain (The Elves of Lessa #3)

M yth recognized Arvel, of course. She’d seen him at enough public celebrations to recognize him when he started frequenting the library.

Over the years he’d grown taller. In fact, since he’d become crown prince, he’d surpassed his brothers and become the tallest of them all.

He’d been lanky and a little awkward for a year or so, but he’d filled in since then, and now looked, Myth supposed, like an idealized variation of his title: the charming prince with fair hair and boyish features.

Myth bowed, her voice managing to sound calm even though she felt anything but. “Greetings, Your Highness. I am Mythlan, daughter of Wylorym and Lusana. I am to be your temporary translator.” She was tempted to stress the temporary bit given Rollo’s introduction, but that seemed unwise.