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Here, her pristinely good cheer flickered. Mention of family hit a sore mark. "That didn't surprise you, did it? After what you did?"
Though she still pitched her tone to sound sweet, the King seemed to sense the bitterness behind the remark. His smile became more fixed for a moment, in a way that made her wonder if she had misstepped - but at length, his good mood appeared to prevail. "I suppose not. I do have a way of inflicting flattery and injury in one fell swoop, don't I?"
The carriages were, thankfully for her and her ostentatious costume, not too far. As a princess until very recently, she at least had the right and proper training to coordinate herself just long enough to cross the distance into the courtyard.
"I suppose I couldn't help myself," he continued. "Though, given the object of my temptations, I don't see how I could be blamed." His gaze drifted meaningfully over her, a smirk alighting his lips.
That way he looked at her made it hard to concentrate. But she managed to draw upon a teasing demeanor, patting his hand lightly. "Yes, you are always blameless. So terrible of those temptations to wander across your path. They must be the real villains of the story."
The King chuckled. "I'm glad you understand my plight."
He led her to the row of carriages - specifically, toward the most ornate of them all. Painted a pristine white and gilded with golden handles, the contraption - as befit all of the King's possessions - was constructed of a massive scale, dwarfing all its compatriots and rising high enough that the door came with contracting steps. There was some rationale to this, arguably, in that, if its purpose was to display its riders for all to see, such a height had the best chance for reaching the most admirers. But it was probably also because his taste were all excessive.
"Let us be on our way," said the King, as he offered his hand to her, in order to help her up. "My people are undoubtedly dying to see you. I would hate to keep them waiting."
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- COMMENTS
Fibroidkey794about 1 year agoThe falcon and the dream afterwards can't be a coincidence with the mention of witchcraft too.
Anonymousover 5 years agoThe falcon has added an interesting new element to the story, as has the mention of witchcraft.
Anonymousabout 7 years agoNot sure if anyone has commented on this yet since I rarely look beyond recent comments but that's my feeling, since she knows about spices and A left her teacups with the drags of tea leaves behind when she dined with her. Not sure how this will be revealed. Thank you both, a very well written story. I'm also guessing, since not much has been revealed about her brother, at some point he will make some strategic attempt to rescue her which will change the peaceful nature of their relationship.
