Elowen in the Garden

"My lady. The king is at the door."Ysolde said it from the chamber door in the bright voice of a young Lycan woman who had been waiting all morning for this to be the news she got to deliver, and Elowen — sitting on the edge of the soft impossible bed in a cloak of deep grey wool lined with soft white fur that Ysolde had brought up from the wardrobe an hour ago — looked up sharply."At the door? In person?""In person, my lady. He has come for you himself. He has not sent any guard or any page. He is wearing his own dark cloak and he has come down the long stone corridor of the king's wing on his own two feet, and he is standing at the door of the antechamber, and he is asking very softly whether you are ready."Elowen put her thin hand to her own throat.She had not been expecting this. She had been expecting Ysolde to come into the chamber at the first hour after noon and walk her down the great stair on Y

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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

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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

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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.

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บททั้งหมดของ The King's Second Heart : บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 54

Elowen in the Garden

Elowen in the Garden(2)

Marrec Alone

Marrec Alone(2)