What he really wanted to do was get the f**k out of here. And not just this club. Or the one that was going up in that warehouse across town. He wanted out of the whole cocksucking enterprise, from the booze sales to the prostitutes, from the money to the madness.
The Scribe Virgin answered my prayers in a miraculous way, she whispered as she blinked through tears. All those years of worry and wait, the anvil poised for three decades to fall upon her head …The King smiled. If I had known a female as you could exist, I would have beseeched the mother of the race myself. But I had no fantasies—and that is well enough. I would have done naught but sit and wait for you to cross into my destiny, wasting years.
With that, he burst up to his feet and went over to a display of robing. The colors of the rainbow were all represented, and she had been taught since an early age to know what each hue meant in the hierarchy of court.He chose the red for her. The most valued of all, the signal that she would be the favored amongst all his females.And that honor should have been enough. Except as she envisioned the many he would take, pain struck in her chest.
As he came back toward her, he must have sensed her sadness. What ails you, leelan?Anha shook her head, and told herself that sharing him was not something she had any right to mourn. She—
The King shook his head. No. There shall only be you.
Anha recoiled. My lord, that is not tradition—What’d you see when you looked at the chandelier? Tove asked, bringing me back to his reason for being here.
I don’t know. I shook my head. I wanted to answer honestly, but I didn’t know how to. I saw . . . a painting.Some people see the future. He stared up at the chandelier, the light twinkling above us. And some people see the past. He paused, thinking. In the end, they’re not all that different. You can’t prevent either of them.
How profound, I said, and he laughed.I haven’t helped you at all, have I?