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A Stroke Of Midnight :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 171 из 293Come to me, captain of myguard.” He got up off his knees and answered her command.
I watched him as he mounted the steps to her. He made a sound of startlement more than pain, as she grabbed a handful of his rich, deep grey hair and used it to jerk him to his knees before her. “Did you fuck him?”
I tried to see the trap in the question but failed. I answered truthfully, “Yes, my queen.”
She let him go so abruptly that he nearly fell down the steps, catching himself with one hand. He stayed kneeling awkwardly, most of his face hidden by the glory of his hair. He lowered his eyes, but not before a rumble of thunder echoed through the throne room.
The nobles moved restlessly, looking up and around. Andais’s voice purred as she knelt beside Mistral, stroking his hair. He shivered like a skittish horse when she touched him. “Was that you, Mistral?”
“Forgive me, my queen, I have not had such power in years. My control is not what it was, my apologies, my queen.”
“Two ‘my queens’ in one sentence—you must feel guilty indeed.”
“I have done nothing to feel guilty over, my queen.”
She kept stroking his hair, but she looked out at me. “Have you not?”
He kept his face carefully down. Mistral had never been that good at hiding his emotions. “What have I done to anger you, my queen?” His voice was almost neutral, the distant rumble of thunder was not. His powers were newly reborn, and he was struggling.
“Did the princess bring you back into your power?” She kept petting him idly like a dog. I’d seen her do that with a guard now and then. She’d stroke and pet them all night in front of everyone, then leave them with only those caresses, and nothing more. I’d seen her reduce some of our greatest warriors to silent tears. She petted Mistral, but the anger in her face was all for me. Why was she angry that I’d had sex with Mistral? What had we done wrong?
She walked down the steps, her black dress slithering behind her. “Could you bring any of us, all of us, back to our power? Is one good fuck from you all it takes?” Anger was making her skin pale, starting that first hint of moonlight glow. Her triple-grey eyes were beginning to shine, as if darkness had light in it.
I put my hands on the floor and lowered my face on top of them. I abased myself before her, because I had no idea why she was this angry with me. I had no idea what someone had been whispering in her ear.
She stood so close that the trailing edge of her skirt brushed along my body as she moved past me. “Answer me, Meredith.
I watched him as he mounted the steps to her. He made a sound of startlement more than pain, as she grabbed a handful of his rich, deep grey hair and used it to jerk him to his knees before her. “Did you fuck him?”
I tried to see the trap in the question but failed. I answered truthfully, “Yes, my queen.”
She let him go so abruptly that he nearly fell down the steps, catching himself with one hand. He stayed kneeling awkwardly, most of his face hidden by the glory of his hair. He lowered his eyes, but not before a rumble of thunder echoed through the throne room.
The nobles moved restlessly, looking up and around. Andais’s voice purred as she knelt beside Mistral, stroking his hair. He shivered like a skittish horse when she touched him. “Was that you, Mistral?”
“Forgive me, my queen, I have not had such power in years. My control is not what it was, my apologies, my queen.”
“Two ‘my queens’ in one sentence—you must feel guilty indeed.”
“I have done nothing to feel guilty over, my queen.”
She kept stroking his hair, but she looked out at me. “Have you not?”
He kept his face carefully down. Mistral had never been that good at hiding his emotions. “What have I done to anger you, my queen?” His voice was almost neutral, the distant rumble of thunder was not. His powers were newly reborn, and he was struggling.
“Did the princess bring you back into your power?” She kept petting him idly like a dog. I’d seen her do that with a guard now and then. She’d stroke and pet them all night in front of everyone, then leave them with only those caresses, and nothing more. I’d seen her reduce some of our greatest warriors to silent tears. She petted Mistral, but the anger in her face was all for me. Why was she angry that I’d had sex with Mistral? What had we done wrong?
She walked down the steps, her black dress slithering behind her. “Could you bring any of us, all of us, back to our power? Is one good fuck from you all it takes?” Anger was making her skin pale, starting that first hint of moonlight glow. Her triple-grey eyes were beginning to shine, as if darkness had light in it.
I put my hands on the floor and lowered my face on top of them. I abased myself before her, because I had no idea why she was this angry with me. I had no idea what someone had been whispering in her ear.
She stood so close that the trailing edge of her skirt brushed along my body as she moved past me. “Answer me, Meredith.