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Preparing to Be Seen (2)
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The King's Second Heart The Painting in the Old Wing
"Walk me somewhere new today, Ysolde."It was the morning after the second dream and Elowen had slept badly and she did not want to walk the corridors of the king's wing again. She had walked the corridors of the king's wing every day for ten days now and she knew every stone of them — the small carved niche where a forgotten vase of dried flowers had been sitting since before she arrived, the tall window at the turn of the stair that gave a narrow view of the western mountains, the portrait of a former queen whose name Elowen had not yet been told. She wanted to see something she had not seen.Ysolde's face brightened."There is the long gallery in the old north wing, my lady. I have been meaning to take you there. It has the portraits of the kings of the line, ten generations on one wall. The household women call it the King's Walk. It is a fair distance but you are strong enough for it now if we go slowly.""Yes. The K
The King's Second Heart The Boy in the Courtyard
Two nights passed without dreams.Elowen walked the corridors of the king's wing twice each day on Ysolde's arm, a little farther each time, and she ate Wenna's prescribed meals of soft bread and broth and honey, and she drank Wenna's tonics, and the king came at dusk in the same quiet way he had come every evening for the past week. He told her about the three old oaks at the far edge of the gardens. He told her about his grandmother Queen Idris, who had kept a small colony of palace cats in the kitchen wing and had fed them scraps from the royal table every evening of her reign until the day she died. He told her about the small old chapel on the north side of the palace grounds where the kings of the line were buried, one grey stone for each, with no names on the stones because the Lycan custom held that the earth knew who was lying in it and did not need to be reminded.He did not ask her about her dreams.He did not
The King's Second Heart The Throne Room Dream
The garden walk had cost her more than she had let anyone see.Elowen had smiled in the colonnade. She had laughed — truly laughed, for the first time in years — at the story about the rude old gardener, and the laughing had lifted something in her chest that had not been lifted in a long time. She had taken the king's arm and walked beside him on the south walk and met Lord Eamon and a man called Marrec Thorne whose smile had been warm and whose bow had been courteous, and the meeting had lasted no longer than two minutes.She had been brave.But the bravery had been expensive, and the price of it came due the moment Ysolde helped her back into the blue chambers and out of the dusk-blue gown and into the soft linen shift.Her legs were trembling. Her hands were shaking. Her whole body had the faint hollow ringing feeling of a bell that has been struck too hard and is still vibrating. Wenna had warned her about this — the careful old hea
The King's Second Heart Marrec Alone(2)
His hands began to shake.It was not the shaking of an old man with a palsy. It was the slow steady shaking of a sixty-three-year-old man who had been holding the exquisite courteous face on his exquisite face for the entire walk back from the south walk of the king's gardens to the private study of his tall narrow townhouse, and who had been holding the face for so long without any release that the release was now coming through his hands in the slow steady way of a river breaking through a dam.He poured himself a full goblet of southern wine.He drank the goblet standing.The southern wine was the dark heavy wine of the southern kingdoms, and the dark heavy wine went down his sixty-three-year-old throat in the slow burning way of any dark heavy wine, and the slow burning was the first thing in the private study that did the job of slowing the slow steady shaking of his hands.
The King's Second Heart Marrec Alone
"My king. Forgive me. I would not interrupt your walk for any unimportant matter."Lord Marrec Thorne said it in the warm courteous voice of a senior councillor of the crown of Velmoria who had spent forty years saying warm courteous things to kings on gravel paths, and the warm courteous voice did not have any trace of the private thing happening in the private space of his own chest behind it.The king of Velmoria did not move on the gravel of the south walk."Lord Marrec. You are not interrupting. You will allow me to introduce my guest. Lady Elowen, this is Lord Marrec Thorne, senior councillor of the crown of Velmoria. He has been on my council since I was a young king of twenty-five. Lord Marrec, this is Lady Elowen of Vayne Hold. She is currently a guest of the palace. She is recovering from an illness in the care of the royal healer, and we are taking the first walk of her recovery in the winter sun this afternoo
The King's Second Heart Elowen in the Garden(2)
It surprised the king of Velmoria too.She felt the steady arm under her thin hand do the smallest possible thing at the sound of her laugh — not a flinch, not a startle, but a private warm thing that ran up the arm and through the shoulder and into the private space of the king's own chest. He had not heard a young woman laugh on his own arm in the king's gardens in twenty years.He kept telling her gentle things.He told her about the corner of the south walk that had the best view of the western mountains at the last hour of any sunset in the autumn. He told her about the three old oaks at the far edge of the gardens that had been planted by the first king of his line. He told her about his own grandmother — the old Queen Idris, who had been the queen of Velmoria in the long quiet years of the old King Aldric — who had used to feed the palace cats with the crusts of bread from the royal kitchen on th
The King's Second Heart The Woman in the Red Gown(2)
Nothing about it was kind.Elowen had been raised by a careful father in a cold house and she had been the wife of a Lycan Alpha for four years and she knew, the way you know the temperature of a room, exactly what was happening in this hall. It was the way Selene's gaze rested on her face for one
The King's Second Heart The Woman in the Red Gown
"They're hanging the festival garlands."The kitchen girl said it like a question. She was setting the morning tray down on the small table by the window of Elowen's chamber. She was not the same girl from the library doorway. This one was older — perhaps seventeen — with the same too-careful face
The King's Second Heart Bruises That Are Not Hers
The new bruise was on her ribs.Elowen found it before the bell for morning prayer. She was sitting on the edge of her bed lifting her shift to pull it over her head and her hand stopped halfway because the dark shape under her left breast had not been there last night. She knew. She had checked he
The King's Second Heart The Quiet Wife of Ironbough (2)
By sundown her legs were trembling under her gown. She climbed the stairs to her chamber slowly, holding the rail with both hands. The serving girl had come and gone again. A small fire was burning in the hearth. The candle on the writing desk was lit. The shutters had been pulled closed against th
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