Attention!

He knew Art received the message loud and clear, and Briar was holding in some outrage. She had gone from embarrassed to mad rather quickly. The Warlord’s mouth thinned to a line as he tried very hard not to remember what he had just witnessed.

Briar, to his surprise, volunteered for the task. She hadn’t shown much interest in diplomacy before this, but he wasn’t going to discourage her. “Done. That task will be assigned in the meeting. Get the numbers we need, both of you. Winter is going to be tough, there's no denying it. And with that happy note, the Warlord shook out his coat, turned from them, and raced back to his poor, cold, Queen. Forgetting that he had also intended on grabbing a coat from the barracks for her.


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