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Evin Larse
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"You!" Miri squeaked. "I can't believe Commander Tourakom picked you to be her second!"
"And someday her replacement," Evin reminded his friend, amused at her reaction. Does she know how beautiful she is? he thought.
"Your 'reign' will be complete anarchy," Miri said with a grin. "That's when I'll get out."
Evin flipped a coin between his fingers, hiding it from the world again and again. He glanced at Miri. I'd love to kiss her.
"So you'll be free to marry?" he asked absently.
"Marry?" Miri asked, thrown. Evin watched her eyebrows furrow, first in confusion and then in amusement. Beautiful. "Who?"
"Someone kind, sweet, devilishly handsome…"
"The king?" Miri said coyly, looking towards the palace. "It'd never work."
"I meant me," he said. He watched as Miri searched his face. It's now or never. Slowly, as if in a trance, Evin leaned forward and gave Miri a small kiss. He pulled away abruptly. Miri grinned. She wasn't at all shocked.
"I know exactly who you meant; I just wanted you to stop ringing your own bell."