Sweet Nectar and Ambrosia
“I knew it.” “You’re not making any sense,” Blackquill said curtly before ripping off a handful of tingmo to feed Taka, snapping its razor-sharp beak impatiently. “Let me get this straight. Your vivid imagination has somehow convinced you I would willingly throw those accursed peaches at your bedroom window to, god forbid, rile you up.” Nahyuta regarded him expectantly under the rim of his hooded capelet. “And I would rather you nipped this charade in the bud, Blackquill.”
Unbeknownst to Nahyuta Sahdmadhi, a secret patron slips every day a peach—his favorite fruit— in his private chambers, as a humble gift intended for none other than the prince regent. After a while, the just slightly teasing gesture leads Nahyuta to confront himself with feelings of religious guilt and hard-fought attraction towards the ever brooding prosecutor Simon Blackquill.
