Page 17 of Rise of the Phoenix King (Crown and Crest 4)

“You are a girl, but you’re Henrik’s sister, so you’re also gifted with extreme kindness. I’m afraid your opinion means little.”

Oh, the poor, stupid boy.

“Bartholomew,” Brielle says shortly, sounding like she might laugh—or hit him. “I’m cold. Let’s go back.”

I hold my breath as they stand.

“When do you return to the academy?” he asks as they meander down the path.

“Tomorrow,” Brielle says sullenly. “Henrik has only allowed me to stay for his ceremony.”

“Maybe I can visit you?” He quickly adds, “Once or twice. If that’s all right?”

I smile to myself, my heart warm. Their voices grow faint as they travel further away, until the only sound on the breeze is the chirp of a lone songbird.

I turn to Henrik. “Bartholomew is a good judge of character.”

“I’m afraid I will disappoint him.”

“I don’t think that’s possible.” I nudge his arm. “Your sister is taken with him.”

Henrik frowns. “She should focus on school.”

“Mmm,” I agree, edging close enough we touch. “Wouldn’t want pesky love getting in the way of studies.”

“I pay a small fortune for those studies.”

“Bartholomew is right about you, you know. But you aren’t just the best sort of knight—you’re the best sort of man. Brielle is fortunate to have you.”

“And what about you?” He lifts his eyes to meet mine. “Do you consider yourself fortunate to have me?”

“Do I have you?” I ask softly.

His eyes become solemn. “If you want me.”

I laugh a little, adjusting the rain-dampened fastener of his cloak. “What kind of ridiculous statement is that? Of course I want you.”

He swallows. “After tonight, I’ll be worthy.”

“You were always worthy, Henrik.”

Lifting an eyebrow, he says, “Not according to Denny.”

“My brother is an idiot.” I scowl at the commander. “What did he say?”

“It doesn’t matter.” He raises our clasped hands, pressing his lips to my knuckles. “Bartholomew made me realize something.”

“What?” I ask, distracted by the kiss.

“I want to do this right.”

I quirk a brow. “Have we done it wrong?”

“Even after Lawrence gives us his blessing, I must ask your father for permission to court you. Will you wait for me, Clover? I don’t know how long it will take.”

A little breathless from the way he says my name, I nod.

“Good.” He motions toward the path. “We should probably get back.”

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