“I wish to have a walk around the grounds, cousin.”
Blackmist looked up from his lounging, then down to his little cousin. “Go for a walk, then. I won’t keep you.”
“A lord doesn’t go for a walk on his own! He needs guards!”
Blackmist smirked, choosing not to point out that Mikhail was very much not a lord, being far too young to have a claim on any sort of title, let alone to boss him around. But he was in charge...
