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July 21st, 2010 · No Comments · Uncategorized

“From your own province whose name I cannot yet hear or say
And that, Devin had not expected at all
“Forgive me,” Alessan murmuredHe strode quickly toward the nearest fire, tearing the letter open as he wentAlienor became very busy offering glasses of the red wineDevin took a long drink from hisThen he noticed that Baerd had not touched his wine and that his gaze was fixed on Alessan across the roomDevin followed the lookThe Prince had finished readingHe was standing rigidly, staring into the fire
“Alessan?” Baerd said
Alienor turned swiftly at thatAlessan did not move; seemed not to have even heard
“Alessan?” Baerd said tiffany silver again, more urgently”What is it?”
Slowly the Prince of Tigana turned from the flames to look at themOr not really at them, Devin amended inwardlyThere was something bleak and cold in his faceIce is for endings, Devin thought involuntarily
“It is from Danoleon, I’m afraid Alessan’s voice was flatI will have to start home tomorrow
Baerd’s face had gone as white as Alessan’s”The meeting?” he said”The meeting tomorrow?”
“That first,” Alessan said”After the meeting, whatever happens, I must ride home
Given the shock of that news and the impact Alessan’s words and manner had on all of them, the knock on Devin’s chamber door rolex vintage women’s watch late that night came as a disorienting surprise
He had not been asleep”Wait,” he called softly and struggled quickly into his breechesHe pulled a loose shirt on over his head and padded in his stockings across the floor, wincing at the cold of the stones where the carpeting endedHis hair disordered, feeling rumpled and confused, he opened the door
In the hallway outside, holding a single candle that cast weird, flickering shadows along the corridor wall was Alienor herself
“Come,” was all she saidShe did not smile and he could not see her eyes behind the flameHer robe was a creamy white, lined with furIt was fastened at gucci faux the throat but Devin could discern the swell of her breasts beneathHer hair had been loosened, tumbling over her shoulders and down her back in a black cascade
Devin hesitated, his mouth dry again, his mind scattered and laggingHe put up a hand to try to straighten the hopeless tangle of his hair”Leave it like that,” she saidHer free hand with the long dark nails came up and pushed through his brown curls”Leave it,” she said again, and turnedHer and the single candle and the unleashed chaos of his blood down a long corridor then a shorter one, through an angled sequence of empty public rooms then up a curving flight of roxanne mulberry bag stairsAt the top of the stairs an orange spill of light came from beyond a pair of open doorsDevin passed through those doors behind the Lady of Castle BorsoHe had time to register the blaze of the fire, the rich, intricate hangings on the walls, the profusion of extravagant carpets on the floor, and the huge canopied bed strewn with pillows of all colors and sizesA lean hunting dog, grey and graceful, regarded him from by the fire but did not rise
Alienor laid her candle downShe closed the two doors and turned to him, leaning back against the polished woodHer eyes were enormous, uncannily blackDevin felt his pulse like a balenciaga twiggy hamme

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