Page 18 of The Stolen Princess
“We had a great time together and then she went home.” He fluffed the top of his hair.
Trev laughed. “That’s it?”
“Yeah.” Drake shrugged. “What’s wrong with that?”
“If a girl travels over a week to come visit you, she’s looking for more than a great time together.”
“The beginning of the week started out fine. But by the end, I could tell she was excited to go back home.” He shrugged. “I think we fizzled out.”
Trev eyed him. “Fizzled out?”
“That’s right.”
“I thought you liked Lizanne.”
“I do. She’s a nice girl.”
Shewasnice. Lizanne was proper and refined, and Drake had been excited to see her. But then when he'd actually spent time with her, he was completely bored. Nothing unexpected happened. Nothing about her made his heart race.
Trev laughed. “I hope you find more than anice girlor else you’re going to have a boring life.”
Even Trev could see it.
The girl from Tolsten flashed across his mind, and he looked down at the pink scarf tied around his left wrist. For some reason, Drake kept wearing Mya’s hair tie. The lines on his forehead deepened. “Who says I have a boring life?”
“No one,” Trev said. “I just figured now that I’m married, you’d be next.”
“I’m not going to settle down.” Drake shrugged. “My job as commander comes first.”
“You can be in love and also be a commander. I’m proof of that.” Trev smiled, pointing to his chest. “I’m a kinganda husband.”
Drake raised his eyebrows. “But you made a huge mess out of everything getting to this point. Honestly,” he said with a smile, “it’s a miracle any of your subjects still like you.”
Trev shook his head.
“Commanders don’t have the same luxury as kings,” Drake explained. “Look at my parents. My father was never home and eventually my mother left him. I don’t need that kind of pressure in my life.”
Trev smiled. “You have commitment issues, don’t you?”
“You think you’re funny, but you’re actually annoying.”
His smile widened. “Drake Vestry can’t commit.”
Mya had said the same thing a month ago. He smiled thinking about her; it was something that he did a lot. He leaned forward in his chair, swiping his hand above the piles of papers on his desk. “I’m committed to you and this kingdom.”
“You can’t marry me. I’m already married,” Trev said with a serious face.
Drake shook his head. “I don’t want to get married.”
“That’s not a very fun life.”
He sighed. “Can we move on? We have more important things we need to talk about. All the operatives are meeting in Denton in one week.”
“Does Lizanne know you can’t commit?”
Drake rubbed his forehead. “If you’re not going to take this mission seriously, then go back on your honeymoon.”
“I wish I could,” Trev smirked, prompting Drake to throw a pen at him.
