The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

After all, Yosil was the castellan of Kornac's Keep!

Yosil slowly opened his eyes and flashed a vague smile as Frank turned to him. "I've been watching, young man-you only sniffed the cauldron and wrote down your answer. Why didn't you taste the soup? You might stand a better chance of getting it right that way, no?" Frank stopped in his tracks, but his stance clearly did not change as he retorted, "Why should I taste it when it's poisoned?"

If anything, he appeared even surer now.

"Insolence!"

Mole was snapping at Frank right then, "Watch your tongue, boy! You're speaking with the castellan of Kornac's Keep!"

Frank shot him a look of disdain in turn. "And, what? Are you saying that being older makes everything right?"

Mole was left flushing. "You wretch?!"

"Manners, Mole Cricks."

"You are right, young man. While I am a mentor and have lived for two centuries, my knowledge in Draconian

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