He’d been sent on a fool’s errand. He didn’t expect to survive.
Jonathan, Royal Accountant of Perchance Keep, has endured years of service to a greedy, oblivious king by keeping his head down, his ledgers balanced, and his more treasonous thoughts firmly to himself.
When the king becomes convinced the orcs are cheating him on gold, Jonathan gets sent alone into the mountains to audit their books. His colleagues assure him orcs are savage, brutal, vulgar creatures. His colleagues assure him of many things. Jonathan has stopped pointing out the logical inconsistencies. It only ruins everyone’s lunch.
The trip is miserable. The donkey is opinionated. The stronghold is shaped suspiciously like a very particular body part. But the orc waiting for him is the real problem.
Jonathan had accounted for everything. He had not accounted for Vrok.
A hot, funny, slow-burn M/M romantasy with a guaranteed happy ending.
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