€œHow many more days will this take? I’m about to die of old age! Are you just inventing numbers?â€Ĭonor resisted a sharp reply. €œSorry for the delay, milord,†Conor replied. €œAre you done fussing around back there?†Devin asked in exasperation. If caught in a storm, Conor knew that Devin would wish for a simpler, more durable coat. The fine material was more decorative than practical. The arrangement had begun over a year ago, and was set to last at least two more.Ĭonor had to hook each fiddly clasp on the back of Devin’s coat correctly or the folds would hang crooked, and he would hear about it for weeks. Fenray had incurred debts to the earl, and Conor was helping to work them off as a servant to Devin. In all honesty, he would not have volunteered to help Devin Trunswick do anything, ever.īut Devin was the eldest son of Eric, the Earl of Trunswick, and Conor was the third son of Fenray, Herder of Sheep. G IVEN A CHOICE, CONOR WOULD NOT HAVE PICKED TO SPEND the most important birthday of his life helping Devin Trunswick get dressed.
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