"Now that you've perked up, I'll just drop it." Richard turned his back to Rorschach.
How could he let that slide? Rorschach was furious, flipping him back over. "Out with it. Now."
Richard hesitantly confessed. Only then did Rorschach realize just how cushy a life the guy had been living—he'd even had time for a blind date during his leave. From Richard's account, Rorschach also learned the inside story of the coup in the Imperial Capital.
"Are you the main character of a chivalric romance? How do you keep ending up in situations like this? And is this Libusse a princess of Pomerania?"
"That's not important," Richard said with a faint smile.
'That handsome face is just asking for a punch.' Rorschach let out a long breath. "So, let me get this straight. Even though you haven't said it outright, you're quite taken with this Miss Libusse, aren't you? Don't deny it. But why don't you plan on contacting her again?"
