Alanna waved the drawing of Thayet in front of him, grinning wickedly.
‘You still want to marry me, Sire? Or were you just checking to see if the road is clear?’
Jonathan was beet red with embarrassment.
‘Don’t tease. You know I’d marry you if you said ‘yes.’
‘Then thank the gods one of us has sense.’ She examined the drawing closely.
‘Your artwork’s improved. The one you did of Delia made her look like a cow.’
Pursing her lips, she added thoughtfully, ‘Though now that I think of it, maybe that was your subject matter—’