My Second Chance Mate is a Barbarian (Sera and Fenris) novel Chapter 432

Lyra

"We'll go out there and see what needs doing," I said. "I can help with the harvest. Get things fixed up."

Nadia grinned at me. "Daddy would love meeting you."

"Would he?"

"He'd talk your ear off. You'd never get away from him." She reached over and squeezed my ankle. "The last few years have been hard on him. He'd take the help."

Odile spoke up lazily from the bed. "I can see it. Princess Lyra, up to her knees in a field."

"I'd be terrible at it," I said.

"You'd be terrible at it," Nadia agreed.

"I'll sort something out." I waved a hand at the ceiling. "We'll go when we can."

The tang of the brandy sat on my tongue. The ceiling went hazy through my half-shut eyes and the rug tickled my cheek. Light glinted off something across the room, a glass, a buckle, I couldn't tell which.

A rustle from the bed. Odile shifting her legs.

"So, Nadia," she said. "What do you actually grow out there? I've never seen a farm in my life."

I pushed myself up on my elbows. "That's a lie."

Odile tilted her head at me. "It isn't."

"You must have," Nadia said. "Everyone's seen a farm."

"Never."

"That's bullshit." I was properly indignant about it now, in the way you can only be about nothing. "Nobody's never seen a farm."

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