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A Caress Of Twilight :: Гамильтон Лорел
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"Queen Niceven, you promised me the cure for Galen if I fed your servant. I have lived up to my bargain, but you have not lived up to yours."
She sat up a little straighter, hands folded in her lap, ankles crossed. "Sage has not given you the cure?" She sounded truly puzzled.
"No," I said.
Her gaze left my face and found the tiny man who had alit upon the edge of the dresser so he could be easily seen from the mirror. "Sage, what is this about?"
"She refused the cure," he said, spreading his hands out as if to say not my fault.
Niceven looked back at me. "Is this true?"
"Did you truly think I would accept him in my bed?"
"He is a wonderful lover, Princess."
"To one of your height perhaps, but to one of mine, it grows a little ridiculous."
"Or rather doesn't grow enough," Rhys said, from the back of the bedroom.
I shot him a hard look. He shrugged, almost an apology, then turned back to the mirror.
"If size is the only problem, that can be remedied," Niceven said.
"Your majesty," Sage said, "I do not think this is wise. Only Meredith swore a solemn oath not to reveal our secret."
"Then let them all swear," she said.
I shook my head. "We swear nothing," I said. "If you do not give the cure for my knight now, then I call you oath breaker. Oath breakers do not have long political careers among the fey."
"The cure is there for the taking, Princess. It is not my fault if you will not partake."
I stepped closer to the mirror. "Sex is a greater boon than sharing blood, and well you know it, Niceven."
Her face seemed to become even thinner, her pale eyes glittering with anger. "You overstep yourself, Meredith, forgetting my title."
"No, it is you who overstep yourself, Niceven. You retain your title as queen at Andais's sufferance, and well you know that. I will have you up before my aunt as an oath breaker if Galen's cure is not forthcoming immediately."
"I will not be turned from my course by anger, no matter how much you taunt me, Meredith," Niceven said. "Reveal yourself, Sage."
"My queen, I think this unwise."
"I did not ask what you thought, I said only to do it." She leaned forward in her chair. "Now, Sage." You didn't need a translator to hear the threat in those two words.
Sage's wings slicked tight together, then he flung himself off the edge of the dresser, not flying, as if he meant to plunge to his death, but he didn't fall. He grew. He was suddenly tall, taller.
"Queen Niceven, you promised me the cure for Galen if I fed your servant. I have lived up to my bargain, but you have not lived up to yours."
She sat up a little straighter, hands folded in her lap, ankles crossed. "Sage has not given you the cure?" She sounded truly puzzled.
"No," I said.
Her gaze left my face and found the tiny man who had alit upon the edge of the dresser so he could be easily seen from the mirror. "Sage, what is this about?"
"She refused the cure," he said, spreading his hands out as if to say not my fault.
Niceven looked back at me. "Is this true?"
"Did you truly think I would accept him in my bed?"
"He is a wonderful lover, Princess."
"To one of your height perhaps, but to one of mine, it grows a little ridiculous."
"Or rather doesn't grow enough," Rhys said, from the back of the bedroom.
I shot him a hard look. He shrugged, almost an apology, then turned back to the mirror.
"If size is the only problem, that can be remedied," Niceven said.
"Your majesty," Sage said, "I do not think this is wise. Only Meredith swore a solemn oath not to reveal our secret."
"Then let them all swear," she said.
I shook my head. "We swear nothing," I said. "If you do not give the cure for my knight now, then I call you oath breaker. Oath breakers do not have long political careers among the fey."
"The cure is there for the taking, Princess. It is not my fault if you will not partake."
I stepped closer to the mirror. "Sex is a greater boon than sharing blood, and well you know it, Niceven."
Her face seemed to become even thinner, her pale eyes glittering with anger. "You overstep yourself, Meredith, forgetting my title."
"No, it is you who overstep yourself, Niceven. You retain your title as queen at Andais's sufferance, and well you know that. I will have you up before my aunt as an oath breaker if Galen's cure is not forthcoming immediately."
"I will not be turned from my course by anger, no matter how much you taunt me, Meredith," Niceven said. "Reveal yourself, Sage."
"My queen, I think this unwise."
"I did not ask what you thought, I said only to do it." She leaned forward in her chair. "Now, Sage." You didn't need a translator to hear the threat in those two words.
Sage's wings slicked tight together, then he flung himself off the edge of the dresser, not flying, as if he meant to plunge to his death, but he didn't fall. He grew. He was suddenly tall, taller.