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Chapter Thirty-One
In the morning bright light, in between stolen mouthfuls of fruit-ladened bread and herbal tea, we prepared for the day our own way, by preparing our armour and weapons. My armour had not seen active use for over a decade and I tsked over the stiffness of the leather.
“I need new armour,” I complained. “And new weapons.”
“That can be arranged, but not on short notice,” he replied as he helped me with the buckles of my armour.
“I also need to take on some new pages and squires,” I sighed. “Not that you aren’t doing a great job…” I sent him a grin and he chuckled.
“I’ve had some practise with armour. I think you will have your pick of Aurien’s dragonets if you are looking for pages,” he pointed out and dropped a kiss onto my forehead. “Done.”
“I can hardly make princes
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The wind blew a ball of spindle weed across the baked-dry land before us, and the heat of the sun caused sweat to prick between my shoulder blades and gather between my breasts, sticking the cloth of my tunic to my skin. I blew a stubborn fly from my face and slid a look at Akyran. The sun had reddened his cheeks and the tip of his nose where his helmet exposed them, and a drop of sweat tracked its way through the stubble-roughened surface of his neck to be absorbed into the collar of his tunic top.A stillness settled over the land as if every creature waited with us for the moment of battle. We stood back from the well opening weapons in hand, each man and woman intently listening, anticipating attack.There was a dull “whomp” that seemed to shudder the ground, and for a moment, the air seemed to draw into the well like a breath as the fire cast by Daerton and Rivyn into their well location several miles away consumed the oxyge
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I looked at him in alarm, but I could not ask the questions of him that I wanted to; he would not tolerate the informality. “As you wish, my King,” I bowed my head, and stood instead, fidgeting through their conversation, effectively forbidden from pursuing Akyran and ensuring his welfare. They exchanged gossip about the courtiers and nobles in attendance, and the dances progressed into estampies and other couple dances. Eltarin joined us. “Your majesties,” he bowed to the King and Queen. “May I steal my sister for this dance?” I looked to King Treyvin, and he inclined his head. I accepted Eltarin’s hand and stepped onto the polished dancefloor with him. “Thank you,” I said fervently to my brother. He laughed. “You looked like a griffin in a cage.” “Akyran had an argument with King Treyvin and stormed off, and I was not permitted to pursue,” I said under my breath. “I thought I was destined to spend the rest of the evening listening to
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Someone put a crystal glass of wine into my hand, and I threw it back, wishing it were spirits. I saw Akyran surrounded by menfolk, lifting a gilded flask to his lips, and replying to something someone said with a laugh. His eyes met mine and he smiled, but it did not have the brilliance behind it that his smiles normally held. Leamoira caught my face between her hands and kissed both my cheeks enthusiastically. “A long time coming,” she declared. “We have been expecting an announcement now for... oh, at least fifty years.” “Was he coerced into this?” I asked her under my breath. She hesitated for just a moment. “Not into asking you to marry him,” she replied carefully. Fae do not lie. We omit, avoid, and mislead. Leamoira was omitting something, but the relief was overwhelming. Not into asking me to marry him. There is no one I would marry, if not you, he had said. It was not a lie. But there was a lot unsaid within that statement. I did not
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