Chapter 40

Cato watched with admiration as Boudicca and Costa spoke. He weighed his own opinion in here and there as the conversation went on, but he genuinely enjoyed just watching the Iceni princess exchange witty banter while her delicate, yet strong, hands made short work of the meal before her. This time he felt more engaged. He studied the curves of her face while she spoke.

Her long black lashes drew him into her intense gaze. Her hair fell so freely down to her shoulders. Nothing about the way she dressed would lead a man to believe she was a princess. Her bear-fur coat was neatly done yet it held no mark of prestige and title. She wore a simple silver bangle on her left wrist. It was slightly too big and shifted gently along her arm as she spoke.

“Well, I think I shall withdraw for the evening.” Boudicca announced, suddenly standing up. “I do thank you for such delightful conversation.”