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

“D on’t call him that!” Myth hissed through teeth clenched in a smile. She raised her gaze, and sure enough, Arvel and Prince Benjimir were winding their way through the party.

Arvel would smile and pause long enough to exchange quick greetings with any of the wizards or elven enchanters they encountered. Benjimir, however, rested his hand on the hilt of his sword and looked handsomely bored.

“Hello, Myth.” Arvel smiled warmly at her, then slightly inclined his head at Blaise. “And you must be Myth’s wizard friend—I’ve heard much of you.”

“I am Apprentice Wizard Blaise, Your Royal Highness.” Blaise curtsied with a surprising amount of manners that she usually only trotted out for whatever elven enchanter she was trying to corner. “I count myself lucky to be a friend of Myth’s.”