by Sarah | April 23rd, 2010
“The royals of Amber, of course,” Thalia says. “What did you think he was?”
With a snort of amusement, Raven turns to regard the woman. “Go on, pull the other one,” she says drily. “It’s got bells on. Even if I read what the two of you were saying right, and he went through something that made him a bit crazy, that just makes him an over-arrogant boy that don’t know when it’s better to keep your head down than to swagger around like some rich idiot’s equally stupid third son with a barely-respectable blade through a place what wants to put you back in a cell, if not worse. Begging your pardon, miss, but that – “
She stops there, very abruptly. That – unfortunately makes a lot of sense. And it would explain the weirdness with the suddenly produced papers, wouldn’t it, and the weirdness with their current travels. And a number of other small things.
Raven, sounding rueful, says succinctly, “Shit.”
“I’m going to have to apologise for hitting him, aren’t I. Not that I’m sorry about it – I ain’t – but… Royal and all that. Fuck.”