Chapter 69

“‘Your Majesty’?” Rafi repeated, bemused.

“Is not ‘Reyes’ a name for kings?”

It was, and Rafi wondered whether these ladies were hardcore fans, or if she just happened to speak Spanish.

Julian was looking at him with one eyebrow raised. “Well, Your Majesty,these ladies have addressed both your soft heart and your vanity. Can you resist them?”

“Certainly not,” Rafi said, shaking his head. “All right, we’ll join you for one song.”

The ladies excitedly led them over to the rest of their group, who were lounged under a tree, perhaps taking a break from performing.

“Does this make you my consort?” Rafi murmured, linking his arm with Julian’s as they walked.

Julian sniffed. “Ruler of a rival nation, perhaps. You are pursuing a treaty with me and thus attempting to win my favor.”

Rafi winked. “I might be pursuing more than a treaty.”

“You might be sent home empty-handed,” Julian returned dryly, but he kept his arm through Rafi’s.