Jeanne: Loyalties

Druce screwed up his nose and twisted his lips to one side, pulling his hand away as soon as the last circuit of the bandage was complete and secured. "Do I need you to tell me what Jason says?" he growled out, half under his breath as he struggled to subdue his annoyance. But her remark to the boy, lacking the Guttersnipe's easy laughter, injured his pride.

"He is my lord Ambrosius," he barked, "and not yours. I know when I am needed, and where I am needed, and I need no newcomer to tell me."

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