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Ivriniel
He was a dashing young man, Ivriniel thought. He was tall, broad-shouldered and as handsome as his father. Amrothos inherited not just his father's looks but also his charm. Worst of all, the youth knew it.
Ivriniel hid a smile as she studied his mischievous grin. The lad was preening under the appreciated looks ladies cast his way. He was also impatient to leave, no doubt from his aunt's dragon eye.
"Be safe." Ivriniel murmured to him. "And enjoy yourself in interlude. But mark my words, boy; if you bring a woman home heavy with child and unwed, I will make sure the stallion becomes a gelding."
Amrothos paled and grimaced. Behind her, Imrahil stifled a laugh.
