Larissa's Game of Thrones (Larissa) novel Chapter 592

“Okay,” Rigby said, then turned to Sire. “Sire, we should move out of here, just in case.”

Sire nodded in agreement.

Haskell arranged for his bodyguards to pack up their belongings while Larissa took the opportunity to treat Haskell’s legs.

As she expertly placed the needles, she asked, “Haskell, Lucius will figure out Rigby’s identity soon. It’s not safe for him to be out in the open.”

Haskell watched Rigby packing in the other room. “I’m assigning twelve of my mother’s most trusted bodyguards to him. As long as he doesn't walk into a trap like the one Valeria set for me, no one will be able to harm him.”

“That’s good,” Larissa said, relieved. “It’s wonderful that you found him so quickly, and that he’s been so well cared for.”

A shadow passed over her face as she thought of her own reunion with the Judsons. Her brothers, Leopold and Finley, had certainly not been so welcoming.

It was strange, she thought, to be thinking of those two downers at such a happy moment.

“Yes,” Haskell agreed. “I owe Sire everything for that.”

Before finding his brother, Haskell had imagined countless terrible scenarios, wondering what hardships Draven might have endured over the past twenty-two years. But he was safe. And he had grown into a man of courage and principle.

Haskell noticed Larissa had fallen silent, and saw the flicker of sadness that had replaced her smile. He gently reached up and brushed a finger over her eyebrow.

“Larissa.”

She looked up. “Hmm?”

“Smile for me.”

“What?”

“You look beautiful when you smile,” he said with sincere earnestness.

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