“I’m not a boy!” Dashan retorted hotly. “How dare you speak to me like that!”

“I’ll speak to you any way I see fit. You are sorely lacking in discipline and wouldn’t know danger if it bit you in the arse!” Ryland looked towards the door where Dashan wanted to go. “Do you have any idea what sort of place that is?”

“A brothel?”

Ryland laughed so hard his head fell back. “A brothel, he says. My, my, aren’t you the innocent? It is a brothel, but a certain type of one. The men who frequent it are known to have very particular tastes.”

“What sort of tastes?” Dashan was curious now. Did Ryland know it was a brothel for men who wanted men? And how did he know? Did he use this place too?

Ryland shook his head. “That’s not something the king would appreciate me telling his son.”

“Show me then. I demand that you show me. That’s an order.”