"Harry!" Nikki called out as she ran down the stairs and hugged him, then held him out at arm's length. "For Saxnor's sake, Harry, you look so thin."
He shrugged, "What can I say, Nik, the pickings aren't so good these days."
"Well, we must feed you, Harry. Come in, and I'll get Marrianne to prepare something."
She led him into a small side room where seats waited.
"You've done well for yourself," said Harry.
"I'm a lady now," she said, "as well you know."
"How's Arnim doing?"
"He's in the north, travelling with the queen," said Nikki, reverting to her old pattern of speech. She moved to a side table, "Something to drink, Harry?"
"Certainly," he replied, taking a seat.
She poured him a goblet, handing it to him before taking a chair opposite.
"It's good to see you, Harry. Tell me, what have you been up to?"
"You know, the usual," he said. "I had a fair run at a visiting lady from Shrewesdale, but her father showed up and ruined everything."
Nikki laughed. Harry was a notorious rogue, an expert at charming the jewellery off a woman, but the laughter died when she suddenly realized that she was now one of the very women he would target. The thought sobered her.
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