Fishing isn't one of my strengths, even on a good day. I don't fish because I excel at it; I fish because of the excuse it gives me to escape Rangaard and pretend -- for an afternoon, at least -- that I didn't sacrifice my freedom by becoming a Ryndoonian royal.
After a twelfth unproductive cast, I'd just about given up. Then it came to me that, were I to take this opportunity for an afternoon nap, no one would be the wiser.
A grin tugged gleefully at my sun-warmed cheeks, and I pulled Will's cap down over my eyes.
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