Mort - Duke

“How’s Sto Helit?” she said.

“Fine, fine,” said Mort. “We’ll have to do something about the cellars, though. Your late uncle had some unusual—hobbies, and…”

“She means you,” whispered Ysabell. “That’s your official name.”

“I preferred Mort,” said Mort.

“Such an interesting coat of arms, too,” said the queen. “Crossed scythes on an hourglass rampant against a sable field. It gave the Royal College quite a headache.”

“It’s not that I mind being a duke,” said Mort. “It’s being married to a duchess that comes as a shock.”

“You’ll get used to it.”

“I hope not.”

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