The Trouble with Nicknames
“I can’t believe I’m out with the Unkillable Prince,” she says.
He leans forward, and a dagger thunks into the back of the chair. “Don’t call me that. Please. It makes it worse.”
“Aren’t you? Unkillable?”
He sniffs at his goblet and spills the wine. It hisses and eats the carpet. “Only so far. The title’s just a challenge now.” He tries to eat around the barbed thing in his chicken.
“So, listen.” He takes her hand. “How about we – wait.” He pulls her under the table, and they share their first kiss under the rain of a hundred arrows.