Page 24 of D'Vaire or Nothing
“Even if you didn’t have anything to do with this restaurant, people tend to fuss when you show up for dinner.”
“I will never grow used to it.”
“The price of fame, my Hen.”
“You dance on a stage for thousands of people a year; you are the one who should be smothered with attention.”
Seristyn laughed. “I’m just a dancer.”
“A beautiful graceful dancer who works hard six days a week, testing the limits of his body. You deserve more praise.”
“I get plenty of praise from the person I want it from. That’s you.”
Their server arrived with their wine and was still so flustered that he shook violently as he poured some for Henry to taste. Henry assured him it was delightful, and Ayven stalked off. He reappeared seconds later and sheepishly apologized for forgetting to take their dinner orders.
“It is perfectly fine,” Henry assured Ayven, whose face was a mottled scarlet. “Tonight is overwhelming, no? Your firstevening opened and you’re asked to serve numerous Council leaders and the many other titled people connected to the D’Vaire family.”
The man’s grin was relieved. “Yes, I’m so nervous. Chef also told us you would be here and that we needed to ensure your dining experience was perfect.”
“The next time you are in the kitchen, tell Chef I mentioned that the service is unmatched.”
“Thanks, Mr. Gennevios,” Ayven replied and took their orders. His gait was far less rushed as he scooted away to attend to his duties.
“I love your kindness, Hen.”
“Would you like to make a toast with me,mon chéri?”
“Absolument,” Seristyn replied in his love’s native French as he lifted his goblet.
“À l’amour. To love.”
Seristyn tapped his glass to Henry’s and sipped the delicious wine without breaking eye contact with the man he adored.
“Hen?”
“Oui?”
“Je t’aime.”
“Je t’aime aussi. Pour toujours.”
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The ruler of the Circle of Druids frowned as he walked out of the King of Clubs restaurant. Killian was so irritated that he didn’t notice he was alone until he turned the corner.
“Hey, Killer, you want to wait for me?” Dravyn called out as he stalked to Killian’s side.
Killian held out a hand for Dravyn to take and rose up to kiss him the second he was in reach. “Sorry, Dragon Boy.”
“Why are you upset? Our food was delicious, and we have an entire weekend to enjoy ourselves at this resort.”
Feeling foolish, Killian’s gaze landed on the shoes crafted out of dragon scales Dravyn had shed. “You’re right, I’m being an idiot.”
“Please tell me you aren’t pissed about having to wear shoes.”
“Get mad if you want, but these damn things are annoying.”
“Well, no one wants your dirty-ass feet on all the new floors and carpet in here.”
