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Seduced by Moonlight :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 290 из 292He cameback a little while later trailing them behind him, all of them. Including Hawthorne, Ivi, and Brii. «I asked the queen's permission to bring all your men, and she gave the ones you hadn't fucked yet a choice. They all chose to come in here for the night.» He looked both amused and tired.
Barinthus looked down at the bed and shook his head. «Not even this bed will hold us all.» He was right, but they managed to get more of them on it than you'd think. When we'd settled down for the night, with more bodies than I'd ever shared a bed with, it was Amatheon's voice coming from somewhere at the foot of the bed that seemed to speak for most of the new guards. «Thank you for sending Rhys to find us.»
«You're mine now, Amatheon, for better or for worse.»
«For better or for worse,» Rhys said from somewhere farther into the room.
«This isn't a human marriage ceremony,» Frost said from near the door. He sounded a little disgruntled.
Doyle cuddled in tighter against me, and I relaxed in the curve of him.
«Marriage can end in divorce, or one can simply walk out,» Doyle said. «Merry takes her responsibilities more seriously than that.»
«So, what,» I said from the darkness, «it's for richer or poorer?»
«I don't know about that,» Rhys said. «I don't think I'd like being poor.»
«Good night, Rhys,» I said.
He laughed.
From somewhere near the door Galen said, «In sickness and in health, till death do us part.»
There was something both comforting and ominous about those words.
Onilwyn's voice came out of the dark, far enough away that I knew he hadn't managed to find a spot on the bed. «So just like that, you bind yourself to us, to our protection and our fates?»
«To your protection, yes, but not your fate, Onilwyn. Your fate, like everyone's fate, is your own, and no one can take it from you.»
«The queen says that our fate is in her hands,» he said, in that quiet voice everyone seems to use in the dark as people begin to drift off to sleep.
«No,» I said, «I want no one's fate. It is too much responsibility.»
«Isn't that what it means to be queen?» he asked.
«It means I have the fate of my people, yes, but individual choices, those are your own. You have free will, Onilwyn.»
«Do you truly believe that?» he asked.
«Yes,» I said, and put my face into the curve of Adair's neck. He smelled like fresh-cut wood. No one had made him move, and it made me wonder what Andais had done to him besides cutting off his hair.
Barinthus looked down at the bed and shook his head. «Not even this bed will hold us all.» He was right, but they managed to get more of them on it than you'd think. When we'd settled down for the night, with more bodies than I'd ever shared a bed with, it was Amatheon's voice coming from somewhere at the foot of the bed that seemed to speak for most of the new guards. «Thank you for sending Rhys to find us.»
«You're mine now, Amatheon, for better or for worse.»
«For better or for worse,» Rhys said from somewhere farther into the room.
«This isn't a human marriage ceremony,» Frost said from near the door. He sounded a little disgruntled.
Doyle cuddled in tighter against me, and I relaxed in the curve of him.
«Marriage can end in divorce, or one can simply walk out,» Doyle said. «Merry takes her responsibilities more seriously than that.»
«So, what,» I said from the darkness, «it's for richer or poorer?»
«I don't know about that,» Rhys said. «I don't think I'd like being poor.»
«Good night, Rhys,» I said.
He laughed.
From somewhere near the door Galen said, «In sickness and in health, till death do us part.»
There was something both comforting and ominous about those words.
Onilwyn's voice came out of the dark, far enough away that I knew he hadn't managed to find a spot on the bed. «So just like that, you bind yourself to us, to our protection and our fates?»
«To your protection, yes, but not your fate, Onilwyn. Your fate, like everyone's fate, is your own, and no one can take it from you.»
«The queen says that our fate is in her hands,» he said, in that quiet voice everyone seems to use in the dark as people begin to drift off to sleep.
«No,» I said, «I want no one's fate. It is too much responsibility.»
«Isn't that what it means to be queen?» he asked.
«It means I have the fate of my people, yes, but individual choices, those are your own. You have free will, Onilwyn.»
«Do you truly believe that?» he asked.
«Yes,» I said, and put my face into the curve of Adair's neck. He smelled like fresh-cut wood. No one had made him move, and it made me wonder what Andais had done to him besides cutting off his hair.