I left them alone an hour later.
After the initial awkwardness had faded, after Faye and Reina had retrieved a proper set of clothes from one of the servants, after Reina had explained with surprising honesty exactly what had happened in the dungeon. The two of them were sitting on opposite ends of the bed now, not quite friends, but no longer strangers eyeing each other.
I closed the door behind me and leaned against the wall in the hallway, exhaling slowly.
My bed, but now with two women who had, by some miracle, decided not to kill each other.
This was going to be a problem later.
But later wasn't now.
Right now, I have a novel to reread, a capital to defend, and a dungeon reward I had to review.
Behind the door, I heard the low murmur of voices. Less like arguing and more like talking.
I pushed off the wall and started walking toward my study.
"That went better than I thought," I muttered to myself. "Praise be to Faye, I guess."
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