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Chance, Karen Cassandra Palme Fuer immer untot
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.“My first year from Queenstor, I learned hundreds of things,” she said.“Thousands.I would think becoming the tailor would be similar.So, Tailor.” Her dark, dark eyes captured his.“What have you learned?”By the Mother, he wanted to kiss her.He wanted to haul her into his arms, feel her tremble against him as he learned her with his tongue.He wanted her passion and her regard, and he wanted both focused on him for as long as it took them both to burn.Clearing his throat, he forced such thoughts aside.“What have I learned? I have learned there are many who seek to discredit you.”“That is true of everyone.” Gaze still locked upon him, she tilted her head.“What else?”“I have learned the king does not think much of me.”“Does he not?”“Of course not.Why else would I be here?”She didn’t respond, instead regarding him with that same, steady stare.Unnerved by her contemplation, he changed tack.“I have learned there are many fine ladies who are desperate to be clothed by the tailor.And unclothed, if truth be told.”Her expression did not change.“It has always been so.The tales Clothilde told would shock even the most degenerate of libertines.”He choked back the immediate question that rose to his mind.He did not need to know the previous tailor’s proclivities.Still watching him, the princess rubbed her temple.“I hope, in the future, you will feel you can tell me more.”“What more is there?”“I do not know.I only know that I will ask this question again.”“And mayhap I’ll have a different answer,” he said flippantly.Her gaze did not change.“I hope you do.”He couldn’t look away.Discomfort sat heavy upon him, and he wanted to look away from such a direct gaze, wanted to prevaricate and evade.Turning again to the fire, she said, “How is my father?”He almost didn’t hear her question over the roar in his head.She was again picking at the meager grass before her, shredding it to fine pieces, and then to finer still.“The king is well.”“His heart has not troubled him?”His eyebrows shot up.“I was not even aware he had such concerns.”She said nothing, her gaze locked upon the flames.Silence again between them.The fire crackled and popped, and, in the distance, an owl called a lonely sobriquet.The trees rustled gently around them, and Sebastian wondered if he should remain.Just as he was gathering himself to rise, she spoke again.“You remind me of home.”He raised a brow.“Do I, Princess?”Her lips twisted a little at his slip.“Yes.With your finery and your delicacy.I remember having both.”He wondered if he should be offended.She offered no clue, a wistful kind of smile now tugging at the corners of her mouth.Catching his expression, she ducked her head.“Your pardon, Tailor.I did not mean to turn melancholy.”Impulse bade him be rash.“Sebastian.”Turning her gaze to his, she frowned.“Pardon?”“My name.It’s Sebastian.If I am to call you Thalia, you must call me in kind.After all, my title is just as damning as yours.”“True.So you are Sebastian.”“Yes.”She held out her hand.“A pleasure to meet you, Sebastian.”Cautiously, he closed his hand over hers.Her fingers were small in his and covered in minute burns and scars, but her skin was soft, so soft.His fingers itched to discover more, to sweep his thumb over the pulse at her wrist, to turn her hand over….With a strained smile, he dropped her hand and pretended he wasn’t running from her as he made his way to the safety of the other side of the fire.Chapter FourRed ran in the gutters of Dyerston, winding through cobblestones to find other colors in pools of blue and yellow and green.The red streaked across the pools like a kind of crimson lightning, only to bleed into a dull brown.Thalia studied the spread of color as their horses picked through the streets.Though skittish, the horses braved the throng while those who inhabited Dyerston trudged through the pools, spreading a kaleidoscope of color onto the flagstones and the dirt.Stahg led the way, his silent, unsmiling visage making the crowd part while Bharia rode at the rear, her scowl warning any who thought to approach away.The tailor—Sebastian—rode beside her, his expression uncharacteristically grim.She’d not been to Dyerston before, though she should have [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]