Dinner was an informal affair. Despite that, we were still seated at a long table, both at the heads of it, with at least five meters of table separating us.
“You can sit next to me,” I said after we’d been served our meal.
Niamh swirled her wine around in her glass. “You can sit next to me, Your Highness.”
I couldn’t tell if she was being sarcastic or flirtatious. Knowing Niamh, it was probably both. I picked up my plate, my silverware, and my wineglass and went to sit next to her. She raised an eyebrow.
“Yes, I’m capable of picking up my own plate,” I said.
“You’ll only blow my mind if you tell me you know how to wash dishes.”
I leaned forward. “I can even turn on the dishwasher.”
Niamh fanned herself. “Good sir, I am all aflutter.”
I chuckled. I sipped my wine, enjoying the warm
