Booker was so intent on his work he didn't notice the mare until she spoke. Standing right next to him. So close she was nearly skin-to-skin with him.
Booker's hide shivered involuntarily. He gulped, because this wasn't just any mare. This was the Regent of Solterra. Second only to Seraphina.
"Um ... y-yes ma'am," he mumbled, rinsing out his brush. He had no idea what in the world she would think of a Warrior standing up here in the middle of nowhere, doing silly paintings. "They sure are ..."
He'd shed blood and broken bones for her right to rule. For the hope of a more solid Day court. He couldn't even look her in the face. She'd start asking questions. He couldn't lie to her! But then she'd for certain get angry that he was a celebrated Warrior hiding up here, barely able to speak and doing something incredibly stupid.
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