Chapter 116: The Toast They Dare to Make
Laughter still echoed through the Tallow and Tide when the first voice rose above the rest.
"Aye, the lass ain't wrong," one of the patrons said, wiping at his eyes as though the laughter had near brought him to tears. "Marquess Hale really is an ugly one. Nose too wide for his own face, I'd say."
That only set them off again.
Another man, already halfway through his drink, let out a bark of amusement.
"Should've spent less time chasin' crowns and more time mindin' his territory," he said. "Might've done him some good."
"Aye!" someone else chimed in. "Instead o' standin' there lookin' like he swallowed somethin' sour."
The laughter rolled again, louder this time, freer.
It spread easily, catching from one person to the next until the tavern felt full to bursting with it.
Olly leaned back in his chair, shaking his head as he looked at Brianna.
