"Promise that you'll keep this secret?"
"You have my word," Lennart said, without the slightest moment of hesitation. "On blood oath if you require it," he added, pullin his hands back to place a sharp claw directly over his own wrist.
"No, no blood oath," Zedya said quickly, taking his paws in her hands before he could make a move. Right now, as much as she's stirred up long dormant feelings, she didn't entirely trust herself if Lennart were to spill blood in front of her. "I trust you, just like I've trusted you all these years to watch over us when we sleep. Just understand that this secret isn't dangerous to me, but to Mistress Nyrielle and Lady Ashlynn if anyone were to hear of it," she said.
"Then, should we go somewhere else?" Lennart asked, looking around the private dining room. Between the soft fabric wall hangings and the thick walls, the privacy here felt very good but if the secret were truly dangerous then perhaps they should return to the palace.
