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C.S. Pacat

  • shhhhar citeratför 8 dagar sedan
    The child was never yours, but he is safe. In another life, he would have been a king.

    I remember the way you looked at me, the day we met. Perhaps that, too, in another life.

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  • Swati Dubeyhar citerati fjol
    To gain everything and lose everything in the space of a moment. That is the fate of all princes destined for the throne. Laurent had said that.
  • Swati Dubeyhar citerati fjol
    You look like a wall tapestry.’ Nikandros plucked at Damen’s sleeve, amused by red velvet, fastenings of garnet, and small, exquisitely sewn rows of ruching.
  • Swati Dubeyhar citerati fjol
    ‘I miss you,’ said Laurent. ‘I miss our conversations
  • Swati Dubeyhar citeratför 4 månader sedan
    ‘Yes, Exalted.’

    Pallas turned blindly, and made for the door.

    ‘What is it?’ Laurent looked at Damen, who had detached himself and was sitting with the sheet pulled up to where he had clutched it to cover himself. And then, with the burgeoning delight of discovery, ‘Are you shy?’

    ‘In Akielos we don’t,’ said Damen, ‘in front of other people.’

    ‘Not even the King?’

    ‘Especially not the King,’ said Damen, for whom the King still partly meant his father.

    ‘But how does the court know if the royal marriage has been consummated?’

    ‘The King knows whether or not it has been consummated!’ Horrified.
  • Swati Dubeyhar citerati fjol
    ‘I’ll take care of your son,’ said Laurent. ‘I’ll protect his kingdom as if it were my own. I’ll give my life for his people.’
  • reggiehar citerati fjol
    enthusiastic bedding at night, tumbling a slave or a young fighter, thrusting about with the eagerness of youth.
  • reggiehar citerati fjol
    Now Damen felt the bright, heady set of new desires that had had him breaking from his royal entourage in the last miles spurring his horse to gallop ahead alone as he wished—as he so giddily wished.
  • reggiehar citerati fjol
    He tossed his reins to a servant, was told, ‘By the east fountain,’ and pushed his way past the branches of myrtle hanging low over the paths to the marble flags, to a balconied garden where a figure stood, looking out.
  • reggiehar citerati fjol
    Damen looked too—at one thing only: the breeze playing with a strand of blond hair, at the cool, pale limbs in white cotton.
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