Chapter 122

He applied the oil to her hair and carefully brushed it before braiding it in an intricate style. After adding a few beads and other hair jewelry, he took her back to the room.

“Where did you learn how to take care of women’s hair?” Ayla asked while getting dressed.

Rhobart rubbed the back of his neck and mumbled something, his cheeks turning—

Her brows drew closer. He looked flustered. “Are you blushing?”

He swore in Old Nordmarian before saying, “Droyn.”

“What about him?”

“He is the eldest of ten children. The only male. His parents worked hard to feed them, while Droyn remained home to take care of his younger sisters. He taught me how to do all types of braids, and I practiced on my hair and… his.”

She could almost imagine a younger Rhobart braiding Droyn’s hair. “Droyn will make his wife very happy.”

“Droyn could make any woman happy, but he is into men.”

Ayla’s lips made an ‘o’ shape, her thoughts going to the sketchbook Eude gave her.

“Let’s get you into bed,” said Rh