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A Caress Of Twilight :: Гамильтон Лорел
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"What do you mean?"
"Galen's father was a pixie, and that's not much bigger than Sage in his true form. There have been odder mixes in the courts. I think Andais would see your demand that one of your men fuck me as a grave breach of trust."
She spat, and the mouse scrambled out of sight; even her ladies-in-waiting backed up. "Trust, what do the sidhe know of trust?"
"About as much as the demi-fey," I said.
She gave me a truly evil look, but I was expecting it, or something like it. I smiled at her around the curve of Sage's wings. "I'd asked for an alliance so you and yours could spy for me." I looked at Sage, nearly as tall as I was. "But here is proof that you have other talents. Your swords are not merely the pinpricks of bees but something much more."
She shifted in her chair, a small movement, but she was nervous. "I do not know what you mean, Princess Meredith."
"I think you do. An alliance I still want, but your contribution to the alliance will go beyond spying."
"To what? Sage is but one man. You have other and larger swords at your back."
I touched Sage's shoulder. He jumped as if it had hurt, but I knew that it hadn't. I leaned in against the back of his body. He tensed. "Is what the queen says true, Sage? Is your sword so small?" I looked at Niceven as I said it.
She gave me angry eyes. "That is not what I meant and well you know it."
"Do I?" I asked, running my fingertips down Sage's arm. He shivered under my touch. I watched jealousy flare across her face before she could catch it back. "Niceven, Niceven, do not give up to others what you hold most precious."
Her face was angry, blank. "I don't know what you mean."
I touched Sage's hair, and the hair was soft as spider silk, or downy feathers, softer than any hair I'd ever touched. "Never offer to give up that which you cannot afford to lose."
She shook her head. "I don't understand you, Princess."
"Be stubborn then, but know this. I offer you alliance, true alliance in exchange for a blood offering once a week. You cease to spy for Cel and his people."
"Prince Cel may be locked away, Princess, but Siobhan is not, and she is more frightening to some than Cel will ever be."
I noticed her phrasing. "More frightening to some, but not to you."
Niceven bowed her head. "I find Cel's brand of madness more frightening than Siobhan's ruthlessness. You can plan around a ruthless man, but a madman throws all your plans to the wind."
I nodded. "Your wisdom does you credit, Queen Niceven.
"What do you mean?"
"Galen's father was a pixie, and that's not much bigger than Sage in his true form. There have been odder mixes in the courts. I think Andais would see your demand that one of your men fuck me as a grave breach of trust."
She spat, and the mouse scrambled out of sight; even her ladies-in-waiting backed up. "Trust, what do the sidhe know of trust?"
"About as much as the demi-fey," I said.
She gave me a truly evil look, but I was expecting it, or something like it. I smiled at her around the curve of Sage's wings. "I'd asked for an alliance so you and yours could spy for me." I looked at Sage, nearly as tall as I was. "But here is proof that you have other talents. Your swords are not merely the pinpricks of bees but something much more."
She shifted in her chair, a small movement, but she was nervous. "I do not know what you mean, Princess Meredith."
"I think you do. An alliance I still want, but your contribution to the alliance will go beyond spying."
"To what? Sage is but one man. You have other and larger swords at your back."
I touched Sage's shoulder. He jumped as if it had hurt, but I knew that it hadn't. I leaned in against the back of his body. He tensed. "Is what the queen says true, Sage? Is your sword so small?" I looked at Niceven as I said it.
She gave me angry eyes. "That is not what I meant and well you know it."
"Do I?" I asked, running my fingertips down Sage's arm. He shivered under my touch. I watched jealousy flare across her face before she could catch it back. "Niceven, Niceven, do not give up to others what you hold most precious."
Her face was angry, blank. "I don't know what you mean."
I touched Sage's hair, and the hair was soft as spider silk, or downy feathers, softer than any hair I'd ever touched. "Never offer to give up that which you cannot afford to lose."
She shook her head. "I don't understand you, Princess."
"Be stubborn then, but know this. I offer you alliance, true alliance in exchange for a blood offering once a week. You cease to spy for Cel and his people."
"Prince Cel may be locked away, Princess, but Siobhan is not, and she is more frightening to some than Cel will ever be."
I noticed her phrasing. "More frightening to some, but not to you."
Niceven bowed her head. "I find Cel's brand of madness more frightening than Siobhan's ruthlessness. You can plan around a ruthless man, but a madman throws all your plans to the wind."
I nodded. "Your wisdom does you credit, Queen Niceven.