Once Upon a Time

I like watching you get all prickly and indignant. I like watching you, period.

Where are we going?”

I have no idea.

“A good manservant doesn’t ask questions,” Jamil said haughtily, his face a little warm.

“Cute.”

“Pardon?” Jamil said, still looking in front of him. He had a feeling he would find Rohan smirking if he looked his way.

“You’re cute when you put on your proper prince act.”

“It’s not an act.” Jamil ran a hand through his hair. “And I’m not cute.”

“Trust me, sweetheart, I would never use that word if it didn’t fit.” Rohan let out a laugh. “I don’t think I’ve ever used it, actually. Until now.”

Jamil pursed his lips. “I told you to stop calling me that.”

“My apologies, Highness.”

It was a small comfort. He was judging himself.

Heavens, he couldn’t remember the last time anyone pissed him off so much so fast without even saying anything.

Rohan thought it was sickening how adoringly the boy gazed at his master, as if Idhron’s words meant something besides his unwillingness to keep his end of the deal.