Chapter 73: Teeth, Part 3

"Do not mind him, Your Grace."

Kristof turned away from Piskie to regard the other Prince. "Several of my men are dead and most of our supplies have been damaged beyond repair, and all he does is—" He broke off and lifted his still-ungloved hand to touch his cheek, still hot and sore where Piskie had licked it clean. His entire face was beginning to feel feverish. "People are dead and wounded. He could pretend to care."

"I promise he is not as callous as he can seem at first, Your Grace. But he is not my concern—you and your people are. I can only offer our most sincere condolences for your loss. I hope that the rest of your stay proves more propitious. We are honored to have you, for it has been many years since we've been graced with the presence of a Duke of Stehlmore."