A Pretty Elf in Qeynos, Part Thirty Seven
Cadwarra put down her quill and relaxed a moment, glad to finally have her food order for the expedition to Thundering Steppes all sorted out. She got up from the dining room table. She would drop the grocery list off to Voleen’s tomorrow since she had another obligation to prepare for. As often happens when you are a mistress, there had only been a short notice of a social event she needed to attend that evening. Uncle Triander required a plus one. “Fairwick dinners are always fun” his note had assured her. “Wear something sexy.” Normally, Cadwarra would not have minded Uncle Triander having the use of her for an evening but the Marshall should have gotten that nude picture of her by now. She had anticipated he would have come by for a pleasant …